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Quieting The Mind And Spirit: A Journey To The Island Of Silence

While many yearn for peace on Earth, I would be content with a few minute, hours, or days of peace and quiet. We inhabit a world of noise, disturbance, and distress, bidden and unbidden. Even if we can shut off the radio, television, lawn care guys with leaf-blowers, planes overhead, trains/buses/cars outside, the clacking of office machines and household appliances, the audiovisual assault of video games, jackhammers, barking dogs (not those belonging to you moosies, of course), beeping gadgets alerting us, and other threats to sanity, there’s still the inner noise of our thoughts and fears.

What if we could just shut it all off, even for an hour or two?

Today, I’d like to provide you noise-stressed moosies with an armchair journey to the Island of Silence for some peaceful contemplation.

Island of Silence Sign

Situated in the Piedmont of Italy, the Island of Silence is a short trip from Milan.

Italy Lakes Region Map

While the larger lakes like Lago Como and Lago Maggiore get a lot of tourist action, the smaller Lago D’Orta is considered by many to be the most beautiful of the bunch.

Lago D'Orta Isola San Giulio

The Island of Silence is properly known as Isola San Giulio, seen here from nearby Orta San Giulio.

San Giulio, for whom the place (Orta) and the island (Isola) are named, springs from an interesting legend http://www.kuriositas.com/2011… (this site has some beautiful photos you might want to check out)

Legend has it that St Guilio (or Julius of Novara in English) founded his one hundredth church here in the fourth century AD. It is just west of the charming village of Orta San Giulio (also named after Julius of Novara). The island was the lair of a giant serpent, which used the island as a launch pad to attack local villages. Yet St Guilio arrived and with his ability to command the waves he journeyed over the water on his cloak and banished the creature from the island.

Mmmm… okay. The good news is that you moosies that worry about snakes should have one less thing to concern yourselves with. Really, there is hardly any room for snakes, as the island is only 275 meter

If you never made it to Isola San Giulio, that would be a shame, but Orta San Giulio is a fascinating and beautiful place on the shore.

Orta San Giulio Buildings

Even the cats are relaxed and stress-free in Orta San Giulio, as this much-posted photo can attest:

Cat Stonewall Orta San Giulio

Once you’ve had a stroll around Orta San Giulio, it’s only a short boat trip to Isola San Giulio, which will further add to your newly relaxed state of mind. The actual boat is only a little bigger than this one, with a trolling motor, but this one is much prettier, so please forgive my capitulation to aesthetics over technical accuracy.

Rowboat Emanuela Lake Orta

Once you step onto Isola San Giulio, you can see that space is at a premium. Every available bit of land – and overhead space – has been built upon, always with attention to form and function.

Lago D'Orta alley

You’ll also begin to feel a sense of calm as you walk the ancient roads and paths and take in the beauty of the buildings. Everything on the island is built of stone. Clearly, it wasn’t transported in those charming little boats that transport visitors to the island. Something tells me that there might have been some less than contemplative utterances in the course of all that construction work.

Lago D'Orta balcony and basilica

Anchoring the island is the Basilica San Giulio:

Lago D'Orta Basilica

The current edifice is the culmination of centuries of construction, as is often the case with churches and wealthy patrons keen on outdoing their predecessors:

After St Giulio’s death a small chapel was erected on the island in the fifth century (this was after the Christian religion was decriminalized by the powers that be in Rome and persecution had ended). Archeology has revealed a much bigger church there in the sixth century.

A baptistery was also established in the middle of the island at about the same time. Yet in the nineteenth century a seminary was built there, erasing any record of its existence. For the last three decades it has been a Benedictine monastery. There is an air of peace over the entire island, perhaps because of the presence of this contemplative institution.

The pathways that ring the island and weave through these venerable buildings form the Way of Silence, and visitors are encouraged to STFU observe appropriate silent and contemplative demeanor befitting the monsastic surroundings. It’s well worth the effort to do so.

Perhaps you have your own Island of Silence available within travel distance – a place in the woods, the mountains, on a lake, or just in your mind. Spend some time there whenever you can. It’s as important to your physical and mental health as fresh air, healthy food, and a good night’s sleep. There’s plenty of room in that little boat for all you moosies if you’re willing to squish together for a wonderful journey.  


35 comments

  1. cassandracarolina

    Where do you go – literally or metaphorically – to find some peace and quiet in this noisy world?  

  2. princesspat

    As I get older I find I need more restful silence.

    The photo of the wooden boat on the paving stones is very nice….makes me pause and daydream.

  3. cassandracarolina

    We are having ADT work on our alarm system and setting off the ear-splitting alarm from time to time. That’s what I get for wishing for a little peace and quiet 😉  

  4. dear occupant

    with this wonderful diary excursion. my dad’s family were born in Corleone, Sicily and it’s calling me. so many of your pictures reminded me of the narrow cobble stoned streets that i want to walk, the cafes that i want to sit all day and people watch and sip coffee. there are rumours of a trip in the O household so i might just get there soon.

    closer to home- N O I S E- is my #1 irritant, especially here in the city. it just never, ever stops and my hearing is extemely sensitive.

    i have found a few solutions though, everyday when i write or am simply online i wear these. Bose Noise Cancelling Headphones, believe the hype, they are amazing.

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    and then in about a week ot two i’ll start making

    the 20 minute journey to the greenhouse and grounds.

    it’s my personal chapel.

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  5. JG in MD

    My apartment is an island of silence. Right now, there’s no traffic on the highway, the neighbors aren’t playing music, no car alarms are going off, no one is mowing the lawn.

    It’s often very quiet here, but silent today. It must be the holiday.

    Recently I’ve been in some noisy places and discovered that, while I’ve always hated noise, now I can’t stand it at all. I’ve been ruined by the quiet.

  6. LeftOverFlowerChild

    I love the pictures, serenity seems to radiate from them. The scenery reminds me quite a bit of Tercera Island one of the Azores Islands. My dad was stationed there when I was a teenager–But it wasn’t exactly oozing with tranquility, not with military planes flying overhead all hours of the day!

    This will sound so selfish,, but here goes…My household with my husband and son home is always loud and busy. I love late mornings and afternoon before the crazy begins again. The majority of the time I’m content to listen to the quiet. No televisions going, no radios–I have to contend with some road noise, refrigerators, fans and in the warmer weather–air conditioners. But even that I can handle as long as I’m able to have a long stretch of quiet and calm.

    During that time, my favorite noise is the whirl of the spinning wheel, I guess that’s my form of meditation, watching fiber slip from fingers and twist into yarnie goodness.

  7. Portlaw

    of silence and your particular island of silence. Although an island person (live in Manhattan), the perfect zone of silence for me was camping in the Central Desert of Australia. I would wake up in the middle of the night and see the Southern Cross and a sky not like that of my homeland. Other than the snores of the dogs and humans it was totally quiet! I would sit up in my swag, stir up the fire, and fill up my tin cup with tea and think of the universe. It was wonderful. My heart sang.  On the other hand, Bach is my spiritual journey, quieting my mind and lifting my heart,

  8. which certainly doesn’t do a lot of silence.

    But at 5am walking down from the Hilton Cavalieri and around the Vatican you can catch a glimpse of silence in the distance. The dripping green of the hill and the cool quiet of stones that have been noisily wrestled into place and trod upon and around for millennia.

    Rome was where noise was born, and even there it lingers.

    I like the quiet of our various country homes. The coastal redwoods filling our little valley in Scotts Valley soaked up the ambient background with their think soft bark and nano-channeled needles. The lake and woods here provide a buffer, and the still cold winter nights on Kawagama Lake in Ontario are deafeningly muffled, even the mortar-crumps of ice expanding at 2am coming through like kettle drums full of feathers.

    Silence is, indeed, golden.  

  9. Jk2003

    Is in the car when my husband stays with the kids so I can run errands.  The island of silence sounds like heaven.  Beautiful writing and pics.  Thanks.

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