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Too Much Noise

still and quiet morning

In the stillness and the quiet

The house is still and quiet. The only sounds are the low gurgle of the fish tank filter and my fingers tapping on the computer keys. The soft light of morning is just creeping over the pine trees out my back window and the streets are blanketed in just enough darkness that the cars outside my front window drive with their lights on.

In a few minutes, the house will be a flurry of activity. The boys will stumble down the stairs with messy hair and hungry stomachs. The dogs will need to go out. Cereal will be poured. Showers will be turned on. Coffee will be brewed, the dishwasher unloaded.

But for now, for a few more moments, the house is still and quiet.

As a child, I could never understand why my mom didn’t like the television and the radio on when we were at home. “Too much noise,” she would tell me.

Too much noise?, I pondered incredulously. How is that possible?

But now, now I get it.

There is just too much noise.

Noise on the television, noise in our workplaces, noise outside our car windows. Noise in the media and magazines, noise on Facebook and Instagram. Noise coming from internal pressures to do more and be more. Noise telling us to do this or be that. Noise complaining about this issue or that problem. Too much noise filling up space in our heads and blocking out sounds in our hearts.

Too.Much.Noise.

Lately I find myself craving less noise, and more sounds. More laughter and listening to the voices that really count. More music. More meditation, prayer and reflection, more awareness and gratitude, more stillness and quiet.

Clumsy feet are thundering down the stairs now; the morning frenzy is about to begin. Maybe you are already in the midst of your own frenzy.

We can never completely block out the noise, of course, nor do I think that we should. But maybe we could all use a little less noise? And a little more sound?

So here’s my wish for the day: May we have the wisdom to recognize the difference between the noise and the sounds. May we learn to hear our own strong and true voice inside, and may we have the courage to listen to it. And may we all have a few moments of stillness and quiet.


How do you quiet the noise?

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Note: This post originally appeared on the author’s website.

About Christine Organ

Christine Organ is a spirituality and inspiration writer who lives outside of Chicago with her husband, two sons, and two dogs. A pragmatic believer, faithful optimist, interfaith advocate, and hopeful romantic, she writes about seeking Grace in the everyday. She is in the process of writing her second book, tentatively titled "Grace, Wonder, and Everyday Miracles," while her first book (a religious/spiritual memoir) awaits a publisher. She writes on her website at www.christineorgan.com and is a regular contributor to Huffington Post. She enjoys cookie dough, strong coffee, and long naps.

  • Steve Bremner

    A while back I wandered into Philadelphia’s Kimmel Center and confessed that I’d never seen inside the famously cello-shaped 2,500 seat Verizon Hall. The Information Desk man grabbed a huge bunch of keys and snuck the two of us into the hall, which was utterly empty. As the door closed behind us, I was gently swamped by a huge, bewildering, goosebump-raising Something …

    After a second I realized that, possibly for the first time in years, I was “hearing” near-perfect silence — the stuff that’s left when you remove all the noise that you don’t realize you’re zoning out 24/7/365. Wow.

    One of the main purposes of the hall and its silence, of course, is to share the sounds known as music. To be among thousands holding their breath for a tiny, fading final note is a happy reminder that sounds should, and sometimes can, win over noise.

    May we have the serenity to accept the inevitable noise, the courage to hear our true sounds, and the wisdom to know the difference. :-)

    Thanks for a great article!


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