Listening … Silence

What can be said at all can be said clearly, and what we cannot talk about we must pass over in silence.

Wittgenstein

Be still and know that I am God

The Psalms

Today it snowed hard. The snow brought a profound silence. My morning dip in the hot tub was lovely. After it had finished its cycle I relaxed and listened. Occasional bird cries. The odd driver braving the roads. Mostly a heavy silence. Little pricks of ice as the snow touched my exposed skin. I listened.

It has been a day of listening. We walked the pugs. The new snow crunched deliciously under our boots. It was the only sound. Deer sheltering under a tree. Squirrels dashing from branch to branch sending showers of snow.

Meditation with beads.

Still listening now.

+Ab. Andy