The Season That Taught Me Silence
a season of unmaking
and re-forming
There are tides in a life when the soul draws us below the surface—
into waters the mind does not yet know how to navigate.
Times when the lighthouse goes dim,
because the deeper waters are doing their work.
A quiet initiation that whispered, “This is the end of you.”
It was not a physical disappearance, but a voyage inward
— to the places where identity unthreads,
— vocation hums beneath the ribs,
— and creativity waits like an ember cupped in the hands.
There are crossings we choose.
And there are crossings that choose us.
My writing life crossed one too.
The voice that once lived here
— reflective, contemplative, companioning
— slipped into the unseen spaces to listen more deeply than before.
It was a necessary hush.
A season of unmaking.
A season of becoming.
A long apprenticeship in silence.
What surfaced was not entirely new.
It was something long submerged coming back into view.
In time, it would become Etched from the Soul.
This return to writing is not only a return to who I was.
It belongs to the person I continue becoming.
I feel called again to offer words
shaped by what silence has taught me—
words that honor an ache,
the astonishment threaded through a human life,
and companion those crossing deep waters.
If these words find something familiar in you,
perhaps you belong to the unfolding too.
Related in The Soul’s Anthology
You can see its surface-light presence in the Soul’s Anthology card Stillness — the moment when the waters calm just enough for the light beneath to rise.
Written from the threshold between silence and expression —
where soul finds its voice and light becomes language.