Stillness is more audible than any sound. I know this. I am hearing impaired. The silence is full, rich, and insistent....demanding that I listen and suggesting that I'd be foolish not to. I am a charity distance hiker who takes the time every day to just be still and listen.

Sometimes, I might hear a trinkle, stream, or a water source, whispering of its secret travels and nuturing the earth and thirsty hikers along the way. (That is if the hiker can even find the water source!) Or maybe the silence is pulling me like influential kin back to my moorings and heritage in the Greek Islands of Karistos, Greece where my Great Grandfather was a Greek Orthodox Bishop.

Shhh....The earth is calling me home to the simple and eternal things and rejecting the glitter of the transient.

Silence, His voice asking me one pointed and unavoidable question. Will I return to another long distance hike on the CDT to live in communion with God? And here in the silence, the only sound to be heard is my own.

"All I want to do is walk."