118 Sometimes it’s not the storm that startles us,but the silence that follows.A silence that is not empty, but full…Full of questions, whispers, a remembrance of something we once knew. In a world where noise has become the standard,where opinions race faster than breaths,silence remains a forgotten teacher. It pushes nothing forward, demands nothing in return.It simply is.Like an old friend who says nothing,yet understands everything. When you don’t know what you’re looking for —don’t search.Listen to what you already hear,but haven’t dared to feel. Perhaps what you were seekingwas never gone.Only drowned out. 1 FacebookTwitterPinterestThreadsBlueskyEmail Evelien Ari'Elune previous post Where Your Feet Are next post The Keepers of Light