It’s a very noisy world that most of us live in. Some are lucky enough to be able to find pockets of silence in their days, some may not even desire a break from the noise, may not even notice it, and then there are those of us who get a little bit stressed and grouchy with constant loudness.
After this summer I am craving peace and quiet, I feel like I may have to go searching for it. When I was a kid it could be found by climbing up into the trees. During some big family get togethers, the empty back seat of anyone's car would do and there was, thankfully, the library.
I’ve always been aware of this and accept it about myself, lovingly. I’m just not a happy camper when I don’t get a bit of quiet time. I don’t believe it has anything to do with living longer (getting older) ...
just that we all have an internal way of being and moving thru our day.
Something else I’ve become aware of is how wonderful and amazing it is to be able to share another’s world, quietly, thru words and images here, as I sit at the computer. I can breathe deeply as I gaze at a beloved lake and learn of all the different birds that live there ~ I can walk thru forests and gardens, I can even visit Africa! I can pretend that the beautiful windmills are in my own neighborhood, the geese doing a ballet on the pond are a block away from my own front door.
Another quiet pleasure, of course, are the books that take you on a journey. Right now I’m reading one called The Orchardist and even though the story is a little dark it’s easy to give myself over to the descriptive words of life in the late 1800's on the windswept bluffs of the Pacific Northwest, walking among the plum and apricot orchards. This is a part of the country that I’d really love to experience ~ and I’m always wondering where our next destination could be. Hopefully it will be a place with quiet moments, and trees, always trees.