Quiet
A still, small voice was heard.
When I was a child, I’d sit on the floor in a sun-lit patch on the screened back porch and play. I remember the warmth of the rays, a leafy view out the window, but most of all the quiet. Occasionally, a breeze would drift through and I could hear the air pulsing in my ears.
Now, I have to intentionally find that stillness, a place where I can listen to nature, feel my heart, sense my aliveness. Sometimes, at night, when appliances are off and windows are closed, it is so quiet I feel transported back to that innocent time. A time when I didn’t realize how precious quiet was or how seldom I would find it and how purposeful I’d have to be to notice it.
With practice, I am finding stillness in snatches. Between bites of my cereal, yanks on the weeds, steps on the pavement, I take a refreshing moment to just be. When I return, the ensuing cacophony sounds more in tune and less jarring.
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Shelly
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Its an art. Finding that quiet stillness can be found, even in the most confusing settings.
I live on my own so sometimes I have too much quietness!
Oh, I feel the innocent joy of that child and the adult that lives around her now. You have it in you to hold that precious quiet. I was going to post on quiet and could not get over my quadary to do so.
Thank-you for the post to an important word, concept, practice.
shhhhhh