All is quiet again this morning. It's especially quiet since the Minion isn't here this morning, not that he's particularly noisy to begin with. He just has an eight-year-old boy's energy. I rather like the quiet mornings, even when I have a lot going during the day. The quietness allows me to gather my thoughts and organize myself. Quiet does not necessarily mean silence, hard to achieve in an urban setting. Quiet, in this case, means sense of serenity that comes from everything being as it should be. The sun rises, people off to work or wherever, events being put in motion, that kind of serenity. Of course there's the serenity that comes with being in a place that's removed from the rest of the world. a place of contemplation. As strange as it sounds, it takes a while to get used to that kind of quietness. I need to have some sensory experience in order for me to feel serene. Sound is a definite requirement for me. It can take the form of something in nature like a waves crashing to the shore, animals meandering through a forest, the sound of skateboard wheels scraping the sidewalk in the stillness of the night. Visual experiences are also important. I sometimes come across photographs of amazing place online and I think to myself, how great it would be to find myself in that space. It doesn't matter where it is, what is important is the feeling I get from visually experiencing that place. From all of this, comes a sense of serenity which leads to quietness of the mind, body, and soul. It's truly a great feeling.
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