Silence

By Louie Ferrera

Silence is such a beautiful thing. In the hyperdrive world that we live in there are so few opportunities to experience true silence, those opportunities are there but you’ve got to seek them out, silence does not usually come to you. Silence helps me think, allows me to relax, to breathe more deeply and to be present.

I’m writing this at Crane Creek, a jewel in the crown of the regional park system in Sonoma County. It’s quiet. The high whine of a small airplane briefly breaks the silence, but it came and went quickly. The cackle of a raven, the piercing whistle of a Northern Flicker also briefly break the silence but unlike the airplane, the sounds of these birds actually enhance the quiet. A Northern Harrier patrolling above the parched brown hillside makes no sound at all, it dances silently in the still autumn air mere feet from the ground searching for its’ next meal.

Being subjected to the near constant cacophony of our chaotic world is an assault, the escape from which is essential to my health and well being. I feel very fortunate to live not more than 20 minutes or so from a place where I can contemplate a lazy flowing river, be awed by the power of the ocean or simply meditate as I’m doing right now at the base of an oak studded hillside. Here I’m able to cleanse my mind and body of all the noise and negativity and replace it with wonder, beauty and silence. These precious few hours are a battery recharge for my soul.

I love “noisy quiet”: the wind through the trees, the white noise roar of the surf on a beach, the happy bubbling sounds of water flowing over stones, these are all counterpoints to the aural assault that I’m subjected to in my everyday life. Listening to “quiet noises” like these tend to deepen the quality of the silence, after a while these sounds become part of the silence.

Today I’m also being blessed with the “visual silence” of various birds of prey circling, gliding and hunting within view of where I sit. Along with the aforementioned harrier, a white tailed kite slips in and out of my view space, it hoovers nearly upright, flapping its’ wings rapidly, staring intently at the ground below. A Cooper’s Hawk lands on the skeletal branch of a snag, startling the songbirds below. A huge, dark colored hawk flies low right past me and into the top branches of an oak tree that’s dripping with pale green beards of Spanish moss. The ever present turkey vultures use the silence of thermal updrafts as they dip and dive in search of carrion.

This is what silence looks like.

Today there is also the silence of clouds, their shifting shapes constantly sculpted by the wind. My imagination takes over and I see the profile of a witch (after all today is Halloween!) Her hair is flowing out behind and I wonder what it would feel like to be up there with her. There’s the silent wisdom of trees, the oldest of which have seen so much over the course of their lives. Their knowledge is stored in the heartwood and bursts forth in the deep green of their leaves. There’s the silence of rocks too. The concept of geologic time that they embody is impossible for me to grasp. Our lingering drought has created the silence of Crane Creek. Small boulders and cobblestones await the impending rains so they can once again give voice to the flowing waters.

As I bask in the stillness of this golden afternoon in late October, I’m deeply thankful for the silence, both within and without me.

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About Louie Ferrera

I've always loved to write. I'll often bring a journal to record my thoughts and observations when I'm out in nature. I've done some international travel and have always kept a journal on my trips. As a musician, I've been writing songs for over 25 years. I recently completed a creative writing class at the local junior college. This class got me reenergized about writing. I decided that I wanted to share my writing with a wider audience, not just friends and family. So here it is, my maiden voyage into the world of blogging. If you like what you read, leave me a comment, I'd love to hear from you.

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