This link was saved over a year ago. It hung out in my list of future posts.
I knew the power of silence when I was given the "silent treatment" by my mother. Problem with that is I loved her not talking to me. (I made a note to self, never punish a child with a punishment they prefer over good behavior.) What I didn't understand is how TR used the power of silence to sit and observe. Her quietness allowed her to see things that were over looked before. Silence is something I get most of the time. Without my hearing aide it is almost overwhelming. I also learned that when I I was divided up into multiple personalities there was always chatter in my head. After integration, the silence was mind blowing. I realized I never experienced silence before. I turned on music just so there was noise somewhere. I remember the hush that blanketed Spokane, Washington after Mount St. Helens blew ash clear across the state. Walking outside felt like you were in a posh library with scarcely a sound, not a bird chirp, a bug buzz, or a dog bark broke the oppressing silence. I felt afraid of silence. I didn't see silence as something for me to use, to ponder on what is actually happening. I remember a song from when I was in junior high school....Sounds of Silence. I reread the lyrics and realized that it reinforced the feeling that Silence was dangerous. I am starting to realize that silence can be whatever I make it to be. TR saw the power....I saw the punishment. I spent much of today quiet. Silence allows for time to observe. Silence lets me sort things out in my own mind. Silence can be my ally. I still like my mother giving me the silent treatment. I don't know why I am getting it this time but I am quite happy for it to continue.