How do you find “voice” in your writing when your own voice sometimes betrays you?
My “own true voice” is sometimes silence.
— Jake Wolff
Tag: silence
A moment on the suspension bridge just heading out of Seki up into the woods towards Suzuka Pass.
A natural silence, one made of wind and bird song and lapping water.
This binaural audio is surprisingly intimate, you can even hear him swallow.
Looking into Josenji at Akasaka-juku, the famous Sotetsu tree is off to the left side, hidden by the ginko tree and the falling leaves.
Watched with my purring cat draped over my lap.
A moment of resistance, knowing it’s three minutes of silence, not wanting to commit to stillness and potential boredom. Despite years of meditation practice.
A reminder that life goes on, everyone in their own spaces, even as our own lives become more local.
Where, here, can I find these moments, these places to commit to for a few minutes? Nowhere right now, when even a walk around the block feels fraught with risk, everyone else unmasked.
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A Rich Seam of Silence
an invitation to silence
Like the Japanese art of kintsugi, allow silence to fill the cracks of your life, as gold fills the cracks of a broken plate.
In keeping with my recent readings on pauses. Rest, pause, reflection are undervalued in modern life.