Sometimes it is perfectly soothing to be somewhere with no sound or distraction.
It may be at home, with no music, no radio, no TV, just silence allowing to think, let your mind wander, maybe drift off into a sleep, or perhaps to dream.
Home is not the only place to find quiet. Deep in the woods away from roads and people, you can find silence and commune with nature.
Smell the grass and the trees, maybe hug a tree and let the silence heal your mind.
If you are in a city or town, a church or holy building can give you solitude and silence, and let your mind wander the firmament.
In this world silence can be a healing comfort for all of us
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βTo sum up, your journey of personal growth has the potential to be everything mine was,β pronounced Psiona from the Flash Club Headquarters small stage. βTo which needful field of Alliance society will you turn your undoubted talents? It is known we will need warriors, and your union has a long tradition of supplying these. Or perhaps your gifts lie in journalism and research, as do mine? Or then again, maybe you are creative, and your keen eye for composition and tone shall lend itself to holo-photography of our sectorβs myriad natural wonders? To what pursuits will you devote your glimmering future, as yet but barely glimpsed, when that yearned-after time is upon you?β
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True. Thankyou π
Tuning out that we might finally be able really to tune in. I love it. Until it begins to drive me crazy, lol.
Silence is golden at times. The internet went out this week for three hours. No music, no TV, It was dark and silent except for my text message to Spectrum. I actually thought, "Wow! Then it came back on and I heard thunderstorm music blasting from Alexa. A boat on the ocean with a friend sailing across the bay would be nice
Thank you everyone, I'm glad that you enjoyed it
Silence is golden!
This is so true, Mike! Most evenings I don't have anything on in the house and I love just listening to the birds and nature sounds when I'm outside.
Ahhh, so blissful and therapeutic! I love it!
I look forward to having time to myself with no TV or music. Just nature and me
I need some healing quiet! This is good work!
My quiet space was in the woods where two streams meet that formed a small island that also had a perfect little tree that had its own bench to relax. I would go there to read or just sit and listen, but now I sit in a cozy rocking chair and read a good book that takes me away to the world of the book. Good job.
This is a beautiful and meditative contemplation on silence. This was wonderful to read!
This is how we feel. We like to go to wales, and we sit quiet watching the sea, and gulls. The going ons. Fab story β¦οΈβ¦οΈβ¦οΈ