The Quiet Between Us
I was standing in the grocery store aisle this morning, staring at a shelf of pasta, when I realized I had completely forgotten what I came in for. The store was loud—beeping scanners, a child crying somewhere near the produce, the hum of the freezer units. I closed my eyes for a second, just to find a bit of silence inside my own head. It is strange how we spend so much of our lives surrounded by noise, yet we are all carrying these private, heavy things that we never say out loud. We walk past each other, strangers in a rush, each of us holding onto a secret hope or a quiet worry that no one else can see. Sometimes, I think the most important work we do happens in those moments when we stop trying to be heard and simply let ourselves be known by something bigger. Is it possible that we are never truly alone, even when we feel like we are standing in a crowd of strangers?
Gabriele Girardi has captured this beautiful, hushed intensity in his image titled The Power of Supplication. It feels like a reminder that there is a deep, shared language in the way we reach out for peace. Does this image make you think of a place where you go to find your own quiet?
