Greater Hush

Greater hush: 

even more quiet than usual now, fresh snow creates a greater hush to my early morning, only house sounds hum and creak, while outside lies in the stillness of winter. It's the perfect time to just sit and be as still as the morning too, allowing words to find me at their will, and otherwise I remain in silence. These moments seem rare, and perhaps they are, yet really this silence is an ever present condition, that I always contain the stillness of an early winter morning. 

it's just seldom that I notice. 

what I most love about noticing these times are the blended moments of stillness and sound, how the quiet simply parts to allow something to be heard, and just as easily returns to it's silent hold of the world. It's as if true silence can't and won't be disturbed, every sound is allowed its moment, cushioned by that greater hush of magic that's ever present to these early mornings. But still it's a fragile time, never meant to last through the gathering activities of the morning, the world awakening in sound and busyness, becoming too much for the greater hush to hold. 

and yet in a way it does, it remains in such a way as to be present for the following morning, for the next snow that helps cushion every sound. In truth it's my own internal silence that's found these early mornings, noticed and nurtured through awareness to the point that stillness gains the prominence of my attention, a reality all it's own and every sound arrives briefly as a visit. Stillness is my true home, and the magic of this greater hush being my real and only nature. 

silence remains, always, sounds emerge from and fade within its existence. So often I forget this as the day increases in volume and the faster events of daily sounds. It seems the busy day gains the edge of this advantage, silence being a rare occurrence. Even now, still so early in the morning and my quiet world seems shattered, my own greater hush is gone, it's magic dissipated in the cold winter air. But I remind myself that stillness itself does not recede, remaining present in its hold of every sound. It's still a time of magic, perhaps even more so now, a reminder of my own interior silence, the reality of my greater hush still and always present. 

waiting only for my notice. 

~

Peace, Eric