Last Friday — inspired by a horoscope offered in a publication I had never read before — I went silent. The words in the free community newspaper suggested I keep opinions to myself for a single day, and I took the words of wisdom to heart.
Breaking my usual routine I made coffee at home, freeing myself of the need to speak even civilities to attentive coffee shop staff. I did not speak. I can’t recall if I muttered anything under my breath, but I did not offer any opinions to anyone. From what I remember, not even myself.
I spent the day painting, reading, and thinking.
I didn’t listen to the radio or stereo, avoided the television, pretty much shred away from social media, and in the afternoon paid particular attention to birdsong emerging after a torrential downpour.
I simply painted, and read, and thought, and that was all that was required. I didn’t even write.
It was placid, serene, and especially comfortable.
I enjoyed this slight respite; it was almost meditative, to a point (but I didn’t overthink that angle).
Instead, I stayed in the moment, contemplating the moods and the colours of the day.
There was a lot of thought, self-analysis and otherwise. Self-thought entirely, not another voice to suggest, scold, or alter my perspective.
My opinions may have mattered only to me, but does it even make sense that on that day I chose not to have any, even subconsciously?
That was good enough to me. It was good for me. I may even choose to do it again, perhaps even regularly.
There is power in silence.
07/15/2024 j.g.l.
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