I've come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left it's seeds while I was sleeping.
And the vision
That was planted in my brain
Still remains.
Within the sound
Of silence."
I have loved this song since I was a little girl. I can remember being about 4 when I would sit and listen. The words reaching me on some deeper level I couldn't comprehend at the time. Even when I hear it now, I find myself in a place of stillness within myself. It is a song that silences me.
Don't laugh. I know that seems like an impossible feat. Ha ha. It is true, though. Something in the rhythm as it begins catches me. Something in the words pulls at me. Somewhere in the near reverence in their voices, as if speaking to the silence, I am held. I am captivated.
Silence has so often been a place of fear for me. I think that is likely true for many people. That is why we fill our lives with a much noise as possible. Radios, TV, cell phones, YouTube, movies, useless chatter and small talk. I can think of dozens of times I have said something similar to the "nice weather we are having" comment to a clerk or the only other person in the elevator because the silence is uncomfortable. I bet you have too. That's not to say there can't be good found in the noise-makers. I love music and have found a lot of healing and inspiration from it. I would never want to be without it. That is for another post, though.
Something recently has been pushing me in to the silence. I have fought back. It keeps pushing. That must be a sign that there is something there for me to investigate. I know. Trust my gut and go with it. I struggle to do that. It is incredibly hard for me to do that. Every time I try, I panic. I don't like what is in the silence. I don't like who is in the silence. I don't want to face what is within the silence. I'm not comfortable being alone with the silence. Maybe it's an issue of trust.
Friends I have tried to explain this to before seem to misinterpret my fear for that of being afraid to be by myself. That is not at all my issue.
My issue... is me.
I am what is in the silence... the one in the silence. I am the one I don't want to face, and don't want to be alone with. When it is quiet, I start to think. I start to try to process all of the things rolling around in there. Try to make sense of things. I hear that small voice within starting to try to reach out to me and I squash it. I don't want to hear it. I can't bring myself in to the silence to listen.
It seems to me that this is some issue of trust. Trust in myself. My "higher self" if you will. My intuition. My gut. My God? Whatever or whomever, I don't trust it/them/me.
Why?
Clearly there is a need to do this or I wouldn't constantly feel this "push" to be silent. Silence is so unlike me. I am not usually one to be quiet. (again, stop laughing...) I have tried it in baby-steps. It is not at all easy, for me. I think that is why the song I started with has magically made an odd appearance in my life. Its been on the radio. I saw a YouTube video of it as a 9/11 memorial tribute. It popped up on my IPod. Someone is trying to get me to be silent. The first verse plays over and over in my head... "a vision softly creeping. Left it's seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains. Within the sounds of silence."
I wonder what that vision is? What is that wants to show itself to me? Or who?
I have to come to terms with whatever is behind this fear of myself. My friends tell me to get out, go for a walk. Go be outside. At first I couldn't do that. Literally. The fear paralyzed me. I couldn't put to words how I felt or what that was doing to me. I don't think they got it. I'm still not sure they really grasp how dark a place that was and how debilitating it was, and sometimes still is. I haven't yet been able to go, only now at least I understand why. I wish I could make someone understand. I need to talk this through in order to work it out right in my head. A therapist isn't the answer. I don't want to start over and explain to a stranger. I just want to get to the matter and deal.
I bet that's exactly what the silence is trying to get me to do...
I hate it when I'm right. What was it I said about flashlights in my last post? Duh. I guess I need new batteries...
Something recently has been pushing me in to the silence. I have fought back. It keeps pushing. That must be a sign that there is something there for me to investigate. I know. Trust my gut and go with it. I struggle to do that. It is incredibly hard for me to do that. Every time I try, I panic. I don't like what is in the silence. I don't like who is in the silence. I don't want to face what is within the silence. I'm not comfortable being alone with the silence. Maybe it's an issue of trust.
Friends I have tried to explain this to before seem to misinterpret my fear for that of being afraid to be by myself. That is not at all my issue.
My issue... is me.
I am what is in the silence... the one in the silence. I am the one I don't want to face, and don't want to be alone with. When it is quiet, I start to think. I start to try to process all of the things rolling around in there. Try to make sense of things. I hear that small voice within starting to try to reach out to me and I squash it. I don't want to hear it. I can't bring myself in to the silence to listen.
It seems to me that this is some issue of trust. Trust in myself. My "higher self" if you will. My intuition. My gut. My God? Whatever or whomever, I don't trust it/them/me.
Why?
Clearly there is a need to do this or I wouldn't constantly feel this "push" to be silent. Silence is so unlike me. I am not usually one to be quiet. (again, stop laughing...) I have tried it in baby-steps. It is not at all easy, for me. I think that is why the song I started with has magically made an odd appearance in my life. Its been on the radio. I saw a YouTube video of it as a 9/11 memorial tribute. It popped up on my IPod. Someone is trying to get me to be silent. The first verse plays over and over in my head... "a vision softly creeping. Left it's seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains. Within the sounds of silence."
I wonder what that vision is? What is that wants to show itself to me? Or who?
I have to come to terms with whatever is behind this fear of myself. My friends tell me to get out, go for a walk. Go be outside. At first I couldn't do that. Literally. The fear paralyzed me. I couldn't put to words how I felt or what that was doing to me. I don't think they got it. I'm still not sure they really grasp how dark a place that was and how debilitating it was, and sometimes still is. I haven't yet been able to go, only now at least I understand why. I wish I could make someone understand. I need to talk this through in order to work it out right in my head. A therapist isn't the answer. I don't want to start over and explain to a stranger. I just want to get to the matter and deal.
I bet that's exactly what the silence is trying to get me to do...
I hate it when I'm right. What was it I said about flashlights in my last post? Duh. I guess I need new batteries...