It is remarkable how much sound is associated with our notions of peace and quiet.  Whether we sit in the shade of  a palm tree on a deserted island, or on a sunny rock in the middle of a forest, or just slouch in a chair on our own back porch, natural sounds massage the hard knots out of our daily experience. Peace isn’t really quiet at all. When you think of it, is there anything quite so unnerving as total and absolute silence?

Perhaps the silence we seek, then, in our quest for peace and quiet is the cognitive hush that attends those rare moments when the incessant clatter of  our own thinking stops to listen to something outside of ourselves. Natural sounds always rock the cradle of my own relaxation: waves on a beach, wind in the trees, and birds – always the birds. For me, these sounds carry no messages, need no interpretation, and require no response, which can be quite a relief. They are nothing more than quiet sensations of the moment, passing manifestations of an untethered present. My ignorance is bliss.

And it is ignorance. There are few natural sounds that are not fully freighted with information about the past, present, and future for those sensate creatures who have learned the language of nature’s aural articulations. Even the pampered pets that loaf around our house in a super-sated state have a fluency in the language of random sounds that I can only guess at. Mid-snooze, their ears pivot and pirouette picking up information out of thin air about the doings of proximate bugs, rodents, mailmen, and the occasional ghost. And this is just inter-species information. The signal goes to hi-def when species are trading sounds with their own kind.