I don’t know about you, but I need daily doses of silence. The kind of quiet that wraps me in a protected cocoon, slows my breath and heartbeat, kneads my muscles into submission, and calms my autonomic nervous system. The kind of quiet I find in abundance on an African safari.
Silence is as necessary to the human psyche as water is to our body, yet it is increasingly hard to find in our world of leaf blowers, sirens, TV’s, radios, jets, cars and cell phones.
Sometimes I capture moments of a peaceful African kind of quiet in America.
Like when I’m hiking in the Santa Barbara front country on foggy days when the damp air mutes sounds of the city below; or in Wyoming when a snowstorm pushes the pause button on human activity. And sometimes I find it early on Sunday mornings when my neighbors are still sleeping.
But none of it compares to the pure spirit healing kind of silence I get in the African Bush.
What about you – how and where do you find silence?