The Overlooked Beauty of Silence

Snap. Crackle. Pop. Repeat.
Snap. Crackle. Pop. Repeat.

Right now the only sound in the room is the occasional crackle and pop from the world’s coziest fire and the sound of my fingers tapping on the keys. One of my dear friends sits to the right of me, reading and I sit here, writing and resting in the comfort of the silence. From the window in front of me I can see the mountains and ski trails where people, including more of my friends, are skiing and snowboarding down at a rapid rate. The sky is cloudy, the air looks like it has a chill and I am content.

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been able to sit like this and mindlessly stare out a window. My brain is delightfully void of thoughts of work and life stress and I’m simply content to be. To listen. To have my entire body quiet and relaxed. These minutes and hours of quiet are such a gift. Because I know when Monday rolls around, it’s back to the grind and to the intense rhythm of my job.

While I love what I do and am so excited for the opportunities in front of me, I’m realizing how much I need to carve out time for quietness. I need to relearn the discipline of silence. This is not easy for me. Anyone who knows me knows I am not a quiet person by nature. I absolutely love to talk. The joke between my introvert mom and I is that she was glad she had a second child so I had someone else to communicate with. If I’m going through something I clearly process it through some form of communication. That can happen here on the blog, or by analyzing it to death and talking it through with trusted friends and family.

However, as I grow older, (and hopefully become more thoughtful about the direction my life is taking), I’m learning the value of silence. It’s when I’m silent; I learn to be a better listener. When I’m alone, my thoughts sporadic and not stressed, I am much more able to embrace the peace that I am called to walk in. And I am hopefully better able to hear the voice of the One who calls to me in that still, small voice.  

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why my words have been hard to find lately. Maybe I’m being led into silence so I can better hear what is being said to me. So I can learn how to rest, how to be quiet and how to be renewed. It’s a lesson I hope to learn throughout my life. A lesson that I pray runs deep in to my heart and soul.

How do you find time to rest? What are ways you like to shut off technology, life and thoughts so you can slow down and rejuvenate?  

4 thoughts on “The Overlooked Beauty of Silence

    1. I love that, Brooke! I am a big travel fiend too. (I want to see more of the world, though.) But people watching in airports is a favorite pastime. In all the places you’ve visited, what’s been your favorite?


  1. Since we have similar — e.g., identical — personalities, I get what you’re saying here. Silence has always equaled lack of activity in my world, and I hate not doing “something” — even passive, thoroughly receptive somethings like sitting in front of a TV. It’s why I can’t sit in my work office — here or back at Focus — for long without getting up and having to go interact with people. But I’m trying to learn, too, the fullness of nothing. Lately I’ve learned to grab it after I get up in the morning and finish the “stuff” I need to do then — devotional time, workout, etc. I get excited if I then have 15 minutes or a half hour to lie back down in bed and just shut everything down. Quieting my mind is the hardest, but I find if I slip up noise-canceling headphones with no music it helps. And bit by bit I’m craving the comfort of that calm.


  2. Great thoughts. I too have been learning the beauty of silence and rest. It’s a wonderful thing but so hard to take that time. It’s like my mind tricks me into thinking I don’t need it. We’ve found lighting candles, especially at dinner time creates a much calmer atmosphere. We have 4 young kiddos and am amazed at what a difference it makes and how it sets my evening into a more restful place after the kids are in bed.


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