,,, is the pleasure and magic of shared silence.
And indeed there is such a thing. I stumbled upon this beautiful article, which celebrates and embraces shared silence: parallel silence,silence of family, silence of friendship, silence of love, quiet moments of motherhood.
It begins with, "One of my favorite things to do is sit in silence with another human being in the same room."
The part of the article that resonates with me is this:
I’ve come to realize that, for me, romance sustains itself on this sense of being separate together. It may soar during particularly fascinating conversations or hikes with outrageous views or really delicious meals or well, sex obviously — all these things that smash boundaries and synch two into one — but at 3 pm on a Sunday when I look up from the newspaper, piled all around me, along with a coffee grown cold, and see John immersed in his own thing, I feel so ridiculously in love. There’s just something about it — being respectful and even defensive of someone else’s quiet is far more seductive to me than flowers or diamonds or any other artifice of chivalry. It means that you’re attracted to someone’s mind, that you want to give it space to fill and wonder.
by Font Meme
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