Not speaking and speaking are both human ways of being in the world, and there are kinds and grades of each. There is the dumb silence of slumber or apathy; the sober silence that goes with a solemn animal face; the fertile silence of awareness, pasturing the soul, whence emerge new thoughts; the alive silence of alert perception, ready to say, “This… this…”; the musical silence that accompanies absorbed activity; the silence of listening to another speak, catching the drift and helping him be clear; the noisy silence of resentment and self-recrimination, loud and subvocal speech but sullen to say it; baffled silence; the silence of peaceful accord with other persons or communion with the cosmos. --Paul Goodman
I've been having major difficulties sleeping through the night lately. I'm not sure why, but all the standard remedies just don't seem to work. I've heard that God is trying to talk to us or trying to get us to talk to him if we can't sleep in the deep of the night. So I'm going to try something different. I'm going to sing "Jesus Loves Me" to myself and my inner child, just like a mother would sing a lullaby to her little one. It might take several repetitions, but I'm hoping that if I actively place my heart in God's hand every night, my sleep patterns will finally even out again. I want to sleep as peacefully as one of God's baby creations.