A golden rule of mine has become one that is concerned with talking. I was always a talker, attempting to win people over through the power or sheer numbers of my words. Last night while strolling through my merry English market town, I heard the volume created by others. It was both deafening and incoherent. Noise.
It was the noise of others that chased me off the streets, all that inane blather that was filling the void between people. Talk and others talk too. It’s mostly functional stuff, just words to ease the passage of another day. Talk washes around us like long forgotten rubbish consigned to the depths.
So, this morning, I am taking a vow of silence and seeing how far it will get me through the day. Not far, I guess.
Happy Christmas and a silent night and day.