I pay attention to the music playing in my head if I didn't go to bed with it running through my mind. Because I think surely it was placed there for a purpose. Maybe something I needed to hear.
This is one of those times.
A song that made the charts in the 60's (somewhere around '65), it soon became a well listened to song. As I ground a few coffee beans early this morning, the grinder started pelting out, "Hello darkness, my old friend...I've come to talk with you again..."
Late yesterday afternoon, I became fearful. It was the type of fear that used to slowly creep through me from many years ago. All my red flags started yelling at me to be quiet (something I'm not really known for). I was to withdraw as quickly as possible and take the path that leads me to shutting down where darkness creeps in. It's an old friend (like the song says).
Silence hasn't always protected me, but it was always a place I went to in hopes of not being found. A place to hide. Mentally and physically.
Although this is not meant to be a gloomy post, it IS meant to be a warning...a "please listen" post. No one is exempt from the wooing of silence, especially during stressful times. Situations arise that make us want to withdraw. Sometimes removing oneself from an area is necessary. But while in that dark place, we must be aware of the exits. They are there. But there will be times we must look hard for them, and then walk towards the exit where light shows through.
Should we decide to give in to the silence, it will grow like a cancer cell that is becoming established. I walked this path many years ago. I know of its destructive ways. And now, today...it wants to find its way back to me when the atmosphere is charged with aggression. One of my trigger points...
The questions needing addressed are:
1) Why are we here again?
2) How can we shorten the time spent here?
3) Will we find anyone who actually listens and cares? Or will we be met with indifference, or a fake apology? Simply meaning, "I'm sorry...until the next time I become frustrated with you."
Below you will see the lyrics to the song. You think you know this song...but please read the words slowly. Let them sink in and hear Garfunkels heart beating as he wrote while sitting in the dark tiled bathroom of his parents home in Queens, NY. It is said he would turn out the lights and write in the dark while water ran from the faucet in a near by sink.The words, in my opinion, are prophetic...
The Sound of Silence, by Simon and Garfunkel:
"Hello darkness, my old friend
