Musing

calm & quiet in neighbourhood & park this morning, 3C /37F, Gusta romps, then at each reindeer & Santa display erected this week she stops quizzically – wanting to play with that giant snowman – but he stands still, he stands silent

when we talk; when people talk – often getting it wrong, sometimes getting it right – there is a sense of connection, a sense of attempting to communicate

on the other hand, there is silence

when we are out of touch the silence brings no appreciation of tone, body language, volume, mood, intent, emphasis or anything physical or sensory that conveys information, ideas, mood or personality

silence

can speak so loudly

silence in the presence of someone is really ‘just being quiet for a while’ while still ‘present’

silence at a distance – out of touch, not communicating – a different matter

what is he/she doing, thinking, feeling, experiencing ?

it is all a mystery, it is unknown, it is private

private to them – yet I yearn to know

not to know intimate thoughts that are not my business [ok, maybe some of that too], but . .

are they OK? are they safe ? are they well ?

are they happy or sad ?

are they connected to me in some way ? . . . are they disconnecting ? . . or

has disconnection occurred ?

sometimes we speak loudly – sometimes we speak louder with silence

I am feeling that a bit right now

a few people in my life – a friend who needs time & space, an acquaintance who is clearly out of touch while stating the opposite & a daughter who has dropped out of touch . . .

silence is good

silence makes me think

silence is powerful

silence sucks

Mark