Bernadette Joy
Aug 26, 2017 · 1 min read

Perhaps, or better, to rename. Why is silence, or quietude equated with boredom? This is an insidious plague in our time. The expectation that every second is filled by noise and distraction, and the modern version of clutter. Once, long ago, I lived alone on island. Completely alone, before cellphones and connections. It took time for the silence to fit me. It took time to learn to be just me. It is time well spent.

Cheers,

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