cedar_grove | The Sounds of Silence

I am one of those who serve the goddess.
Here is my proof:
I have eaten from her drum.
I have drunk from her cymbal.
I have carried her sacred objects.
I have prayed in her secret chamber.

--Prayer of initiates into the Greek mysteries

The silence of the centuries tells us as much as a written script might about the mystery of life and death.

I hadn't realised before now, but I miss the silence of the night, and by that I mean peaceful silence... and there's very few places I've ever felt that... the biggest of them being home.

Sure, probably home sick, but the 'silence' (or peaceful quiet), at home just can't be beaten. The cheepy tree bugs, and toads and wind in the trees; the rain on the roof - the quiet of another sleeping at my side or nearby and the sounds of happy munchings and running in the wheel. I know these things are not necessarily 'silence' but they are the sounds of the lullaby of peace, and I miss it very much. It makes me feel more connected with the cyle of life - more aware of life and death than any other sound I can remember.

Funny how sounds can be missed in that way, and no amount of replacement sounds can evoke such a sense of belonging, such a sense of restful times; such a sense of Home and heart and love. Even the 'phaser set to overload' cicadas last year are a welcome memory now. Yes...