“The crust of everyday must be broken through,”
wrote Eugene Delacroix

Like the skate blade I used decades ago to break through pond ice to drink
wild water, silence continues to break through barriers to touch what is real and
connect me to the fecundity of life. It grabs me by the nape and shakes me,
teaching me not to care so much or to hunger so often for the ephemeral and
insignificant. It helps me discern the difference between flowering plants and
weeds in the garden of my days.

Anne D. LeClaire, from Listening Below the Noise: The Transformative Power of Silence