In Search of Quiet

The ocean is not quiet and yet you often feel quiet when you are there, or even close to it.

I know that even if I’m simply en route to the ocean, if I turn the radio volume down, and I look out to see the rising sun, see the birds handing and falling in the streams of air, something inside becomes quiet that wasn’t. It’s like when the bear heaves herself to sleep in he winter, and the groaning and violence of her daily life stills.

And so perhaps it’s not so much the absence of silence as it is the absence of turbulence that I’m seeking. Absence of the constant dragging, the constant fray to focus that it seems we are privy to in this advanced society.