At times quiet can be emotionally damaging and sometimes silence can be deafening. It’s odd how much intention and action change a specific space and time. If I want to have an argument and the other person stops talking the quiet is horrible. If a loud engine is around and moves on the quiet is a relief.
In the late evenings, lately, my house has been very quiet. My children are doing homework in the kitchen and my husband and I don’t want to disturb them. My husband reads, I write or read as well. It is a peaceful quiet I look forward to each evening.
I treasure the quiet of an empty church and the talking of a crowded one after Mass. I treasure the silence of meditation but embrace the sounds of nature.
It’s the perception of the quietness or sound that defines the experience for each person.