I read an article this last week which claimed that silence :
” published in the journal Brain, Structure and Function used differed types of noise and silence and monitored the effect the sound and silence had on the brains of the mice. The silence was intended to be the control in the study but what they found was surprising. The scientists discovered that when the mice were exposed to two hours of silence per day they developed new cells in the hippocampus. The hippocampus is a region of the brain associated with memory, emotion and learning.
The growth of new cells in the brain does not necessarily translate to tangible health benefits. However, in this instance, researcher Imke Kirste says that the cells appeared to become functioning neurons.
In this sense silence can quite literally grow your brain.”
As stay-at-home parents of many children, Rachel and I don’t really get much quiet. Children, especially young children, are loud. Our house is also loud, as it’s got a lot of open framing, wood floors and no windows.
My writing takes place in a corner of our bedroom, which is a part of the upstairs and all the higher parts of the walls are wide open.
It’s amazing I get anything done – yet I’ve actually written two books since getting here, one of which should be out in March.
A pair of good headphones is the only thing that saves me. But boy… I would love some silence now and again.
Of course, eventually the children will all be grown and it will be quiet.
Then I’m sure I’ll wish they were home again.
I remember staying with my elderly grandparents in Live Oak once. They took a long nap in the middle of the day while I sat in the living room and read books.
The house was a very quiet house on a very quiet street in a very quiet town.
The ticking of the grandfather clock was like a hammer in the stillness. The creak of its weights occasionally added to the sound, along with the quarter-hour ding and the hourly chimes… but that was it.
Other than the clock, it was so quiet I probably grew a new brain that week. Maybe two.
I am the oldest of seven children. It was loud growing up, just like my house is now.
It was a good kind of loud. Laughing, giggling, games of pretend… but when you found a quiet spot at the park… or at the home of grandparents… you really felt the silence.
I’m not sure if this whole “quiet grows your brain” is junk science, but after family church this morning I think I’ll wander off into the rain forest and look for a quiet spot.
Then I’ll see how long it takes for boisterous and laughing children to find me and drag me off to the creek to play.
“Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times in every way. The Lord be with you all.”