This blank page represents silence and I sit here consciously as I begin to write….there is not enough silence in this world. Few people choose it consciously. It is when I am fearful that I fill the silence up with thoughts of how to handle the fear. I use thought as a barrier against it, even when it is useless to do so.

I have an appointment to get my teeth cleaned on Wednesday and I always dread that. So this morning my mind is wondering what day I should wash my hair. given this appointment. At more serious times, my mind is apt to churn with fears of illness and death. People who say they don’t do this are lying.

So I call on silence when I catch myself ruminating about events I dread. I have to give it a few minutes before I can settle into it. It is easiest when I first wake up in the morning so silence is most fruitful then.

My years of inner work have helped enormously, but some days they cannot help me from falling straight into hell. I am aware of how wrong-headed a lot of online teachers are, bubbling over with a false cheer that belies what Jesus came to teach us. False cheer is rather toxic to sensitive people!

So I sit in search of real cheer and I find it in silence, in words that come from Source. “It is I, be not afraid.”

I write in order to share the fruits of my journey, which has been deeply sad. There is no getting around that. I prefer the silence of solitude to the noise of company. I always love it when people write that they, too, choose silence. This is not the silence of repression, but the silence of deep healing.

We long for truth; we are parched for it. And truth leads to love, always.

In love we make our journey back home. The wind is always at our back when we make friends with silence.

Vicki Woodyard