When Silence Rules
By Stephanie Hunt, Thursday, September 1, 2011In mid-summer’s boiling stupor, I anchor here, along a bend on South Carolina’s Cooper River, beneath moody oaks and droopy moss, in the company of hushed monks and whirling dragonflies. I wake at 5:15 to make it to 5:30 prayer, or “Lauds,” telling myself that if I can get up at that ungodly hour to swim during the week, I should be able to do it for the Lord. But it’s not for the Lord that I am here.
Finding My Voice-Part I
By Lisa Perry, Sunday, June 26, 2011
I lost my voice somewhere between wanting to cuss my ex-husband and his girlfriend out and trying to find the courage to say "I love you" again. It disappeared like a frightened child during a thunderstorm. I have searched to find it everywhere-under the covers that I crawl under to hide my face from the sight of my small, cramped apartment; inside the pages of my favorite book "In Search of Satisfaction" by J. California Cooper; and in the refrigerator that I escape to when I want to eat my words and not speak my truth.
She Listened for a Month
By amylabonte, Monday, June 6, 2011, 2 commentsYears ago I read a true story published in a women's magazine about a gal with throat problems. She underwent vocal chord surgery. Her doctor strongly advised her to not speak for a month so that she could heal properly. She complied.
Things I Don't Want to Talk About...
By SingleintheSouth, Thursday, July 15, 2010, 5 commentsIn Praise of Silence
By NiceBuddhistGrrrl, Monday, March 15, 2010This weekend a friend and I went to an outdoor community hot tub with a strict rule of silence. The big wooden tub was outdoors, in a large fenced yard in a residential neighborhood. Hmmm…hot tub with strangers in some random backyard? Sounds totally sketchy, right?








