We had "country zen" when I was a child. Few people had tvs, radios were for indoors, and it was hot with no air conditioning. We would sit on the porch and "just be". There were old rockers, you could see the mountains, tall trees, long, green grass. Sometimes cars would go by. You would rock and "be". The locusts would sing, and before a rain the tree frogs would sing. It was a droning hum, the rockers on the porch, the frogs and insects, the occasional breeze in the leaves. It was good practice for the later deafness. Kids were told to hush, and to "just be". We were taught that stillness could be an activity, that silence could be noisy, that conversation was not neccessary between good friends. It was enough and satisfying to just ....be.
Yes, I enjoy my stillness, the silence. My own company is very tolerable. I am content within my own skin.