Silence is that enchanted place where the room empties itself of chatter, time stands still, and the landscape expands like the morning after a snowfall. In winter's silence, fish swim idly under the river's ice and the heart beats on at a slower pace. In the quiet of our private silences, we can fall into higher places and hear the still, small voices of our souls.
January--the Saxon "wolf month," Finnish "heart of winter," and Czech "ice month"--is named for Janus, the Roman god of the doorway, the god who looked in as well as out.
In the doorway month of the year, it's good to succumb to the powers of nature. If we can't go out, we're sure to find ourselves within. It's the perfect time to wrap ourselves in the quiet spell of winter, to be still, to be silent.