A Square Inch of Silence

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Eight years ago, when I first began to sit in circle with the women in the shelter, I talked a fair amount. I wanted to explain about the feminine. Then we would sit in silence before a time of sharing. I would encourage the women to speak, saying that sharing helps to make their own inner knowing more real.

But as time went by, I felt drawn to creating a space where I could listen to the women. Not just to their words, but to their silence. And this was a turning point.

One day, I sat in front of the women, and looked around in silence. I found myself taking time to really look in their eyes. There I sat, receptive, welcoming. And I said, “I have nothing to say. I need to hear from you.”

And something profound took place in the circle. The women began to speak about their longing, their need to find a depth and beauty within themselves. I relaxed. I realized I didn’t need to hold the circle by filling the space with ideas or even my knowledge of the feminine. I witnessed the circle itself open up. And rain, the rain of grace, flowed in as naturally as our own breath flows in and out.

I want to emphasize this, because we are so unaccustomed to working with space and silence in this way. I found an inner silence expanded even as the women talked and shared among the circle.

In silence there is eloquence.

Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves. – Rumi

Gordon Hempton, an acoustic ecologist, has spent over thirty years recording the silence in national parks like Olympia and elsewhere. He has witnessed how the places of silence, free from noise pollution, are rapidly disappearing. And at the same time, from his research, he came to the awareness that a square inch of natural silence can affect up to 20 miles all around it.

What happens when we each preserve a square inch of quiet? This is not just for the circles – but in our lives. To preserve this quiet, this inner silence, to take notice of the aliveness of this kind of silence.

At night, when I go into my room, and close the door, I like to read. But lately, I put down the book, close my eyes, and sit up in bed. I turn my attention within, in a way that some might call prayer. I feel I am preserving this square inch of silence within myself. It’s an opening to an inner space that is the same quality as within the circles with the women at the shelter. Sometimes, of late, when I am tired from the demands of the day, it is like seeing stars in the dark night sky.

When the day seems to close in, and the demands increase, I find I have to stop, even just for a moment. To go back to the breath; to return to where I can glimpse this inner world – this inner silent song.

A Square Inch of Silence
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Veronique
2 months ago

Dear Anne,
Thank you so much for your voice, and for the silence it is springing from.
With love

Although it doesn’t make sense, I have lately been looking over and over again for the silence that is under everything… Covid19 has given us a blessing, allowing the silence to become visible… even for a brief moment…
Your new website and this blog I stumbled upon are very helpful.

2 months ago

Dear Veronique,
I so appreciated what you shared about the silence becoming visible – even if for a moment. It makes me stop and just listen when I can, and to stay true.
With love,
Anne