For years I feared Quiet. Quiet meant the house was empty and I was alone. I did not know what to do with Quiet, except spend it with the only one around which was me.
Recently I discovered it was not the Quiet I was afraid of, it was spending time with someone I did not know. Alone I was a stranger to myself. I had defined myself as a mother, a friend, a coworker, a partner and a neighbor. These are all good to be, however it included other people to complete the definition of myself; children, friends, working at a job, being in relationships, going outside my home. To be who I always thought of myself to be did not involve Quiet or alone.
Once I realized why I thought I feared the Quiet, I decided to get to know me. I found I liked myself and being alone with my thoughts was not that bad after all. I found feelings, needs, passions, creativity, new tastes in music and freedom that had been buried and was waiting to emerge. I actually needed Quiet to learn all this, for had life been noisy and chaotic I would never had the chance to hear the gentle, graceful whispers of my soul.
Quiet is now good. Quiet is no longer scary. And on some days, Quiet is welcomed.
What is Quiet to you?