Some months ago, a friend recommended the book, A Book of Silence, by Sara Maitland. Its arrival kept being delayed and then it arrived today and oh, my, I highly recommend this book. I am entranced. If you love exploring the energy of silence, the warm and wild wrap of solitude, then, this book is for you.
She writes of silence, silence of growing things, growing in the ground.
"In our noise-obsessed culture, it is easy to forget just how many of the major physical forces on which we depend are silent - gravity, electricity, light, tides, the unseen and unheard spinning of the whole cosmos. The earth spins, it spins fast. It spins about its own axis at about 1,700 kilometres per hour (at the Equator); it orbits the sun at 107,218 kilometres per hour. And the whole solar system spins through the spinning galaxy at speeds I hardly dare to think about. The earth's atmosphere spins with it, which is why we do not feel it spinning. It all happens silently."
I was a tour guide when I was a student at UCLA. I took groups and individuals around the campus, and as part of that one time entered a chamber of silence. I heard sounds in my body, in my ears, and yet, there are times, much of the time here where I live when all is silence. I study there.