The Sounds of Silence

Yesterday evening Steven and I took a walk in the woods behind our house. We live on 10 acres in Cheatham County, TN. It is very hilly here; in fact, to Steven and myself who are from the flatlands of Northern Illinois and Western Tennessee, respectively, the hills look like mountains.

Behind our house, we have several heavily wooded acres that go up the side of a "mountain". We don't climb up there too often, but when we do, like yesterday, we wonder why we don't do it more often.

It amazes both of us that we are walking on land that probably has never been inhabited by people. Hunters use a trail that goes up the "mountain" but there have never been and probably never will be, homes built here. Even though we can still hear cars down on Little Marrowbone Road, the quiet is almost loud!

Through the silence, we can hear a pulse or vibration that is like the heartbeat of the universe. Our own hearts beat in rjoyful ythm with it.