I was up in the mountains this past weekend where the quiet stillness is routine noise in the everyday.
The kind of quietness when you hear the crunching of fallen leaves under hooves of deer in the distance and the whispering words of the wind through the pines. It’s when the wings of a hawk are heard flapping majestically overhead, and all the world seems calm, at least from where you’re sitting.
It’s good for one’s soul to find a place of solace from time to time ~ to invite quietness and sit awhile to really listen.
I thought this quote by Fenelon seemed fitting…