This post was inspired by the NZBloggers #BlogGreatness challenge, where every week bloggers are tasked with writing about a predetermined topic. This week’s subject is sage.
I used to think the people who talked the loudest were the ones who knew the most. Now I realise the opposite may indeed be true. The wisest people I know never waste words.
The sagest of all, my gentle Grandad, says little yet manages to charm an entire room with just one sentence.
Perhaps paradoxically, this first #BlogGreatness challenge - the start of many words to come - has inspired me to create more space for quiet in my life.
Silence. It’s a rare and precious thing, in a world where we are constantly connected, where if no person is calling your name then a device is demanding your attention.
Sometimes I find myself talking for the sake of talking, almost as if I am in fear of silence, like I constantly need to fill a gap.
Could it be that we fear silence is unproductive, a waste of potential? That in that space there could be creation, contribution, something more?
But sometimes talk is just that: talk. All words, no action.
A sage woman once said:
“Others inspire us, information feeds us, practice improves our performance, but we need quiet time to figure things out, to emerge with new discoveries, to unearth original answers.” – Ester Buchholz.
I am prone to impassioned rants and I wear my heart on my sleeve, but sometimes this means I put words out to the universe that I can’t take back.
So in the spirit of the sage theme, from today I am going to actively try to be more careful with my words. Might have to go spend some more time with Grandad to learn from the best.
There’s a lot to be said for not saying much at all.