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