When we long for quiet, we think about walking: walking in the desert, walking on the mountain. Walking in the cave. Walking, on rare occasion, in the forest. We think about the creatures we encounter while walking: in pre-dawn moments at campsites, when javelina trot across the path; on afternoon hills, where deer blend into the foliage; under the trees, where evening birds roost and call to one another. Squirrels, scampering. Scorpions, scavenging. Giant twilight moths, like hummingbirds, investigating the flowers.
We try so hard not to disturb them. We watch and hold our breath and listen. We imagine that if we are peaceful enough, the animals will understand us, and know we are not to be feared.
Do not leave me,
hide in my heart like a secret.
- Rumi
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