I love silence.  I love the way it feels to sit in a  room and hear the sounds of nothing: the air circulating, the computer humming, the walls creaking.  

If silence were a place, I think it would be the tiny house where our minds live.  Whenever it’s silent, my mind gets to come home and wrap itself up in the big duvet blanket inside my brain.  It relaxes. And in silence, my mind gets to just chill out. 

I used to live in silence a lot.  Alone.  Silence used to envelope me for large stretches of the day, punctuated by visits from my cat, who would come and see me - she in her silence, too. 

It probably seems strange, or sad or lonely to the average onlooker to imagine the girl all alone, kept company by her cats. The cat lady image is impossible to avoid. 

But if you go there and believe that, then maybe you don’t get it.  Be silent. And once you’re silent, try going back
to all the noise.  Maybe you’ll see it then.

Everything has noise.  Your computer has noise –feeds and updates and breaking news.  Your phone has noise – calls, and questions, texts and alerts.  Your job has noise and the radio has noise and the grocery store has noise.  

So sit in silence for a moment and recognize the power of your mind outside of all the noise.  This is where your creativity lies.  Outside of all the noise:  this is where your brain can be you. Where it can process.  Where
the uniqueness of your individuality lies. 

This is where mine lies.

There’s been too much noise. Too much noise that I can’t control. 

The challenge is to find the silence: the center, the focus, the realm of thinking.  From there creation is possible; creativity will come back, it has to. 

And when that comes – bam! – just like that, I’m back.

Seeking the silence.  Challenge, accepted.