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Some Silence for 2009

When was the last time you sat in complete silence? I mean the kind of silence where there's no one talking around you. When the television and radio are off. When the phone ringer is turned off. When you're not even sipping your coffee (hey, some of us do this a little loudly...okay??) When you aren't even clicking the mouse on the computer to get to the next Web site you surf.

I just sat in complete and blissful silence for the last 15 minutes, and I had forgotten how utterly soothing and calming and healing it is. No, Mama hasn't entered some sort of ashram in the last few days. But I will say that while I craft my list of New Year's resolutions (yes, a little late) I'm going to add silence to mine. A chunk of silence for me everyday. It may just lessen that chocolate addiction that unfortunately started right around Christmas.

Happiest New Year everyone!

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Anonymous said…
Silence is golden. I hope you are able to find much more of it for yourself this year!

Happy New Year, MM!
Manhattan Mama said…
Thank you Devilish! But I blew the silence today. It evaporated under 4 cups of coffee...!

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