Recently, a good friend of mine and I took a little road trip to Kartchner Caverns in Southern Arizona. When we were in the part of the cave where the ground is always wet mud from the water table, the guide had everyone be quiet for just a few moments to hear the “heartbeat of the cave”. What we heard was the sound of water dropping from the delicate soda straws hanging from the ceiling. It was an awe-inspiring moment to be inside the earth, quietly existing in a place of natural magic that had been created only by water, minerals, and the passage of time.
This December essay by Pico Iyer from the New York Times, entitled The Joy of Quiet, resonated with me on a number of levels, from the simple joy of a hike in the desert, to being engrossed in a book all afternoon, to standing in a natural wonder listening to water droplets fall. Hope you find a moment of quiet to enjoy and reflect on it. Maybe you’ve got a simple or profound moment of quiet to share as well.
- Cori
Thank you for sharing the article The Joy of Quiet! Finding that happiness and joy of the moment, is essential for my sanity.