The Healing I Found in Silence

Sacred Storylines – Post 2

There was a time when I thought silence meant something was wrong. That I’d lost my words. That I had nothing relevant to say.

But now, I know: silence is not the absence of voice; it is the presence of something deeper. 

It began slowly. 

At first, the quiet just felt weird and unfamiliar. Like I’d walked into a room where no one else was speaking, and I didn’t know if I was supposed to whisper, sing, or sit in stillness. 

So I did the only thing I knew how to do. I stayed. And in the staying, something softened, unfurled, opened.

It wasn’t dramatic. It didn’t look like healing. It didn’t sound like revelation. But…

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