I holidayed in the Croajingalong National Park in far east Victoria. Some of the walks we did were beautiful. On a walk to Quanby Point, I remarked at how quiet it was. There was no wind, no lapping of water in the lake, no rustling of branches or leaves - just silence. Some birds sang, but the silence was enormous.
I commented to my 15 year old daughter, “How amazing is this place, it’s so quiet?”
She said, “Would you like me to fix that?”
I said, “I don’t even think you could break this silence.”
Giving it a go, she gave a yelp. What seemed like many seconds later, an echo came back from across the lake, seemingly from the forest. It’s like the forest swallowed the yelp and answered back.
This was a powerful place and it felt like I was invited by God into the silence and that he would protect that silence. That is a place I can easily go again in my mind - and find God. Silence has invited me, I have accepted.
I was surprised at how much I noticed the wildflowers on this trip. I’ve seen them before and people have pointed them out to me, but I hadn’t been taken with them until now. I stopped, noticed, photographed and enjoyed them. I believe that to be a metaphor for my current spiritual journey. God is showing me more.
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