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The Seed of Quiet

• Charlotte Edwards

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When Charlotte's mom was a student, she failed an assignment for writing that quiet sounded like birds singing in a pasture. Years later, Charlotte thinks her mom may have been right.

In this episode of Sunday Seeds, she explores the difference between silence and noise, why quiet feels so rare today, and what we might discover when we finally make space to listen.

A simple reminder that some of life's most important things are heard in whispers. 🌱

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Hey, friend. Welcome to Send a Seed. I'm Charlotte Edwards, and I believe small seeds create big impact. Each week, we'll plant one. Let's dig in. My mom and I were talking recently, and she asked me a question. She asked me what I thought quiet meant. And I thought it was a strange question, but she went on to say that she had a project, or really a paper to write when she was in school to write about what quiet meant. In her paper she wrote that quiet for her was sitting outside in a pasture listening to the birds sing. Well, unfortunately, her teacher didn't agree, and she failed the assignment because I guess birds aren't quiet, at least not according to her teacher. But, you know, the more and more I think about it, and as we were having a conversation, the more I think my mom was right. Because when someone asks me what quiet sounds like, I don't picture complete silence. I picture sitting on my back porch early in the morning, hearing the birds outside, The wind moving through the trees or my dogs wandering around the yard. I picture sounds of life, not just the sounds of noise, and I think that's where the difference is. Because most of us don't live in silence. We live in noise Notifications, emails, televisions, podcasts, social media can go on and on from breaking news, text messages. We are inundated with noise. We live in a world that has a constant hum and never seems to stop talking. I spend many of my days in a hospital. Talk about a noisy place. Monitors beeping, alarms sounding, phones ringing, conversations overlapping. It's quite overstimulating and some days I just really don't realize how loud my world's become until I finally step out of those four walls and suddenly I can feel my shoulders drop. I can breathe a little deeper, and I can think again, not because the world became silent, but because the noise got turned down. And if I'm honest, I think we've become uncomfortable with quiet. The moment things get still, we reach for our phones, we turn on the TV, or start another podcast. We fill the space because quiet has a way of introducing us to ourselves, and sometimes that's the very thing we've been trying to avoid. Maybe that's why quiet feels so rare these days. Not because silence is hard to find, but because we've stopped making space for it. Space to think and to pray, space to notice and to listen. And here's what I've come to believe. The most important things in life are usually whispered. Gratitude whispers. Wisdom whispers. God whispers. Love and wonder whisper. You almost never hear them when life is screaming at you. Which makes me wonder, how much are we missing? How many beautiful things pass by because we're filling every empty moment? Every car ride, walk, waiting room, every spare minute with more and more noise. So here's your seed for the week. Find five minutes of quiet, whatever quiet means to you. Maybe it's sitting on the porch or a walk outside. Maybe it's drinking your coffee before the rest of the house wakes up. Or simply turning everything off. No agenda, no productivity, no self-improvement. Five minutes to listen because you never know what you might hear when the noise finally settles. A prayer, an answer, a memory, or a little bit of peace. And who knows? Maybe my mom was right all along. Maybe quiet sounds a lot like birds singing in a pasture. That's your seed. Now go plant something good