Sometimes silence and self-compassion arrive at the same time.
That is when theory and knowledge are felt in the body – when something has actually happened.
Read this post in Swedish ->När orden tystnar – om tystnad, compassion och att vara hel ändå
When the Words Do Not Come
The coffee is standing here beside me, and everything is as usual.
And yet, not as usual.
I miss the words.
There is a quiet inside me, and the words seem to be off at a party somewhere else. They are not here.
Maybe this is exactly what matters –
that sometimes it is allowed to be quiet, even when it feels a little frightening.
I think about compassion and the circles.
The green one. The blue one. The red one.
Silence That Is Not Threatening
Not maybe – because I am not fully in the red circle right now.
I am not afraid. Not stressed.
Just puzzled.
Who am I when I am not writing?
Silence and Compassion
Then the thought creeps in quietly:
Who am I if I am not writing?
That is probably where the red circle lives.
Not as panic, but as a shadow –
an old idea that my value lies in the words, in the formulations, in what becomes text.
At the same time, there is something else in me.
A curiosity that is not harsh, not demanding.
It asks:
What does the silence want to show me?
Why is it so quiet right now?
Seeing Silence Through Compassion
When I look at it through compassion, it becomes clearer.
The red circle is about threat – the fear that something is wrong, that I should be different, produce more, know more.
The blue circle represents exploration – the questions, the curiosity, the wish to understand without having to fix.
And the green circle is safety – the place where nothing needs to be proven, where I can rest in being already okay.
When the Questions Are Allowed to Belong in the Blue Circle
The questions that come now belong in the blue circle.
They are not questions that demand answers.
They are questions that want to be held.
And the green circle is there as a foundation.
I notice it in my body not being tense.
In my breathing being calm.
In the silence not feeling dangerous.
It says nothing about my value.
It says nothing about who I am in the bigger picture.
It only says:
it is quiet right now.
And perhaps this, too, is compassion –
not forcing words to appear,
not turning silence into a problem,
but allowing it to be a state.
Because the words never truly fall silent in me.
They just move beneath the surface sometimes.
And I am still me, even when they do not show themselves.
🌿 AHA – Between the Lines
This is not a text about lacking words.
It is a text about daring to stay when the words fall silent.
About not turning silence into a threat,
but into a space where something else may emerge.
Here, the red circle does not lead.
There is no panic here, no demand for performance.
Instead, the questions are gently held in the blue circle,
and the green circle is there as a foundation –
quiet, safe, and carrying.
This is what compassion can look like in practice:
not fixing, not pushing for answers,
but allowing what is to simply be.
💛 Reflection – Silence and Compassion
I am not less myself when the words are quiet.
I am still whole.
The silence says nothing about my value,
nothing about my ability, nothing about who I am.
It only says that right now, something is allowed to rest.
And perhaps this is where trust lives –
in not needing to fill every empty space,
not having to prove my voice,
but trusting that the words will return
when they are ready.
Until then, the silence may remain.
And I with it.
When was the last time you allowed silence to exist without turning it into something you had to do something with?
Oh, look at that.
It became a text about silence.
The words were missing, and yet a whole text appeared.
Perhaps because of that.
It does not shout.
It does not sound loud.
It is more still, more subdued, more quiet.
And yet, there were words.
Words about silence.
So it was not truly silent.
The words just needed to rest in thought
to find their way out.
Live Today – Right Now
Live today, right now.
Yesterday rests in history, and tomorrow waits somewhere ahead.
Right now is what matters.
Sometimes the only thing we can do
is breathe,
and let that be enough.
🔗 Read More – on Body, Presence, and Compassion
If you would like to read more on similar themes, these texts might be for you:
- A Morning Drink for Joint Pain – a ritual, not a medicine
- Safe Circles in Life – about compassion and inner systems
- Here and Now – yet still moving forward
- When Words Rest – and the body calls
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