The Quiet That Stays With Us - A Closing Reflection on Silence

"October taught me: silence can be a gift in many forms."

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The Quiet That Stays With Us - A Closing Reflection on Silence

The morning before our little pumpkin-patch trip, I stood by the upstairs window - the one where the rooftops dip into the fields and the horizon glows like a slow exhale. The sky was brushed in orange and pink, and even the strong wind couldn’t disturb that moment of quiet. It was one of those early autumn silences that hum beneath everything else - not empty, but steady.

A few hours later, I was wading through muddy rows of pumpkins with my daughter, my best friend, and her little girl. Laughter and chatter floated in the crisp air as we held mugs of hot chocolate, hiding behind pumpkins bigger than our heads. Even there, surrounded by voices and wind, that same quiet thread followed us - the kind that doesn’t ask for stillness, only presence.

This whole month has been that same thread: an exploration of silence in all its shapes - the quiet gift, the walk, the digital pause, and the silence we carry inside.

And through it all, I’ve been moved by the reflections you shared - words that felt like gentle ripples extending the stillness even further:

“I cherish my silent moments, walking on my favourite trail with just the sounds of nature... silence is my friend.”

“Silence is my place to listen and to receive - my plateau of creation, trust, and surrender.”

“I’m fluent in being silent - it’s my first language.”

“I used to turn on the TV for background noise, but now I just enjoy my coffee quietly, with the morning sounds drifting in. It makes such a difference.”

“Walking without distractions is my happy place.”

“A break from your phone is definitely needed - social media can become so addictive.”

Reading these lines, I kept thinking - maybe silence was never about stopping the noise, but rather about finding the space beneath it. The place where breath softens, nature speaks, and we begin to listen again.

You reminded me that silence is not isolation; it’s connection. It’s the rhythm of feet meeting earth, the hum of birds and wind and breath blending together.It’s a quiet return to self - a lantern of stillness carried through a moving world.

Silence teaches us how to meet ourselves gently - to pause, to notice, to reset.

And in those pauses, there’s something sacred: a reminder that peace doesn’t always arrive in grand ways. Sometimes, it’s simply the act of choosing not to rush, not to scroll, not to fill the space.

As we step into November, we’ll begin a new journey - one of Letting Go. We’ll explore how to release what weighs us down, soften expectations, and make space for something new to grow. But before we do, I hope you carry this October quiet with you - a small anchor of calm in the pocket of your day.

The world will keep spinning, winds will keep rising, but somewhere in you, that pink-orange sky will stay - steady, glowing, and unbothered by the noise.

Before You Go...:)

Thank you from my heart for walking with me through this October series on silence.

Your reflections, stories, and quiet moments have made this journey deeply special.

See You next week, as we begin a new month and a new mindful theme together.

Until then, keep noticing the small silences that steady you. They’re still whispering.

With calm and quiet kindness,Eva

P.S. - From our pumpkin patch day

Before I pressed “publish,” I thought of you - and of that day in the pumpkin field with my little one.

It wasn’t all calm and poetic (there was a lot of mud and giggling involved ), but maybe that’s the beauty of it.

The way life mixes serenity with silliness - both reminding us to stay present.

We hid behind pumpkins, chased the wind, and drank hot chocolate far too sweet to call mindful… but maybe mindfulness lives there too - in laughter, in warmth, in messy, golden moments that make the heart softer.

So if this week feels busy, just remember - a bit of joy counts as calm, too. Wishing you a gentle, playful Halloween filled with small lights, quiet laughter, and a sprinkle of pumpkin magic.

~E.