It’s more for me as with going into a forest:
if you sit quietly for a long time,
the life around you emerges.
As the world grows ever more clamorous,
my hunger for silence steepens.
I unplug the landline.
~Jane Hirshfield
My Path with Stars Bestrewn
My Path with Stars Bestrewn 
Oh, yes, please!!!
I’m with you, friend! xo
unplugging is my favorite mode…..
Tried and true! xo
Oh, thank you for sharing these words. I’m preparing to unplug. Yes.
Much love to you.
You are more than welcome, dear Lauren. Returning love to you, with a hug~ xo
Wonderful and inviting photo of a lovely place that draws you in, Amy! Love the lines, “As the world grows ever more clamorous, my hunger for silence steepens.” That is absolutely how I feel. Trying to find a new home where there’s a balance between being in community and near services and yet still have quiet and wild nature around me, where I live. Quite the balancing act. Hoping it doesn’t have to be either/or. Thanks for both the photo and the words. – Jan
You are so welcome, Jan! I’m gratified to know this quiet post resonated with you. I, too, feel the need to walk the precipitous line between needing to unplug and needing to keep abreast of what’s happening in our “ever more clamorous” world! I hope you’ll be able to strike an agreeable balance in your own life, and I wish you well in your efforts. Thanks so much for the lovely message! xoxo
Ever so calming- Be still and know!
Thanks Amy!
Have a great night! 🌹
You’re welcome, dear Karen! Thank you for your kind remarks! xoxo
You pegged it:). My hunger for silence seems to know no bounds the past few months. The crazier the world gets, the more silent and reflective I become. Thanks for the lovely post . . .
You’re welcome, Kristine! It’s lovely, sharing a companionable silence with you. xoxo
Reblogged this on Michael Seidel, writer and commented:
And sometimes, so I think. Withdraw. Disengage. Pause and let my thoughts settle like the mud swirling in stream, like the motes dancing in the sunshine, like the leaves caught in a whirlwind.
Finding the center is hard. Keeping the balance is difficult. Stilling the thoughts, impossible.
Yet, I try.