I was talking to a sister in law last night and we share a nephew in common.  She’s got a new rescue puppy and she’s been trying to calm it down.   Nephew is getting ready to move back in with them and she said he’d better not resume his pacing from room to room, going out the back door, back inside, out the front door, back inside that he does constantly when he’s there.  I thought that was funny since when he’s here, he’s looking at my library books, or off in the corner writing, or he’ll join me in yoga or meditation, or we’ll sit and have long discussions or just silently walk the grounds together.  I know a completely different person than she knows.  It could be that her husband keeps the tv on CNN  and here there is either silence so we can hear the nature sounds, or I might have ambient music playing in another room.  Caroline Myss says ” Silence nourishes you because in the stillness you become reflective. You learn to discern your distractions and to respond to your distractions in nondestructive ways. Through silence, you enter into the realm of your imagination, expanding your creativity beyond well beyond the width and breadth of the familiar and ordinary.”  Yay, then my job is done.