Quiet

Something about source

Inspiration found in a secret valley in South West Wales

I’ve often considered that the artisan in us is what’s left when we remove all the noise.

The emotional tsunami of social media, the frenetic professional comparisons of LinkedIn, and the mimetic storm generated by a culture of consumption.

When we can suppress the noise, what is left is what matters, and our place is in it.

What we make, write, sing, rhyme, think and play.

It feels very apparent to me right now after a couple of days in the quietude of good company in a beautiful place curated by Sue Heatherington.

How do we make it a habit, held in the security of quiet, due ritual, ceremony and rhythm?