#AtoZChallenge — Quiet

This post is part of the April A to Z Blogging Challenge, where I am challenging myself to reflect on other A to Z posts that I come across.


— Read on viewsofpreethib.wordpress.com/2018/04/19/19th-april18-a-to-z-challenge-letter-q/

I am not very good at quiet. When I’m writing, cooking, cleaning the house, doing just about anything, I need something on in the background in order to concentrate. Sometimes it’s music, but more often it’s tv shows like Friends, That 70’s Show, Great British Baking Championship, etc. When I’m in the car I have audiobooks playing, and when I’m out for a walk I put my earbuds in and listen to audiobooks or call my Grandma to chat.

At night, unless I’m really tired, I have a hard time falling asleep because when it’s quiet, my thoughts are very loud.

But one kind of quiet I’m good at is sharing companionable silence with my partner. We’re together pretty much all the time, which, between my current unemployment and my partner’s part time job, really is most of our waking hours. It’s been that way since… we’ll, since a month or two after we met, really, minus the time he spent studying in London. The way we avoid driving each other bonkers is by allowing ourselves to still do our own things a lot of the time, just in each other’s company.

Which is why I also like this Quiet haiku by S. M. Saves.

There are many kinds of quiet, and all of them are important. I do need to get better at the “quiet in nature” and “quiet in my own mind” kinds, but I’ve known that for as long as I’ve been trying to get back into meditating regularly.

What kinds of quiet are you good at?


A to Z Challenge #17 — Quiet

Love Note from an Introvert & Perfectionist
Quiet is good. Quiet is calm.
Quiet is the eye of the storm.
Quiet is waiting, planning what to say,
And it may be only a word or two
But it is perfect.
Quiet is thoughtful. Quiet is compassionate.
Quiet is the lullaby that sings me to sleep,
The soft sigh, the gentlest touch,
A quiet whisper as you press your love to my ear.
Quiet is the sudden chasm at my lips,
Widening with every crash of my heart.
Quiet is having no perfect words
To bridge this expanding vacuum,
So I think these imperfect ones must do.
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