How to write about silence when the very act of doing so conjures up a voice in ones head? That narrator’s voice that accompanies such writings and hopefully sounds something like Morgan Freeman or James Earl Jones. Today’s goal, though, is to provoke a true sense of silence, with all the glorious stillness and peace of mind that accompanies it. For that I need to be narrator free, so I will be brief.
I have spent a couple of days hiking through Sequoia National Park, on the western slopes of California’s Sierra Nevada mountain range. I cannot put to words the profound joy of traipsing through a forest blanketed by snow, surrounded by the largest trees on earth. So I’m not going to bother. However, I feel compelled to remind others that such experiences are a vital ingredient of life, so essential to our physical and mental well-being, yet so hard to “schedule”. We all know it’s what we need, though.
But if you can’t get away, try this instead. Take a moment to dwell upon your own awe-inspiring nature-related experience. Or simply anything that engenders a sense of calm and inner tranquility. To that end I leave the following section blank. Insert tale of humbling serenity here:
And for the more visually inclined readers (I always did enjoy books that had the occasional illustration) here are a few photos from the trip, no more photographically worthy than semi-decent desktop patterns.