Shhh ...In My Quiet Moments
Most of us live in fairly noisy worlds. Some like the noise, crave the noise, need the noise. A part of me is that kind of person. Some days, I love the hubbub of the world. Other days, I like my quiet moments, when I'm "turned off and tuned out."
My quiet moments have a kind of healing effect on me. I find myself slowing down, sometimes almost completely to a dead stop. I can't say that I spend those moments doing the introspective thing, because introspection is usually a road to worry for me. I begin to think of family and friends and the challenges they are forced to face. In my quiet moments, that kind of thinking needs to be avoided.
My quiet moments are moments for me. Sure, the phone will ring or the computer will wake from the screen saver, as if these things were calling me back from the drift of silence. Still, I've never answered a phone just because it's ringing, and I've always believed that the computer can do what computers do without my help or my attention.
There has to be some time for nothing at all, some time for the soothing vacancy of emotion or thought, some time for the selfish demand that the world let me be me.
In my quiet moments, everything else can wait or not. I don't much care either way.
Most of us live in fairly noisy worlds. Some like the noise, crave the noise, need the noise. A part of me is that kind of person. Some days, I love the hubbub of the world. Other days, I like my quiet moments, when I'm "turned off and tuned out."
My quiet moments have a kind of healing effect on me. I find myself slowing down, sometimes almost completely to a dead stop. I can't say that I spend those moments doing the introspective thing, because introspection is usually a road to worry for me. I begin to think of family and friends and the challenges they are forced to face. In my quiet moments, that kind of thinking needs to be avoided.
My quiet moments are moments for me. Sure, the phone will ring or the computer will wake from the screen saver, as if these things were calling me back from the drift of silence. Still, I've never answered a phone just because it's ringing, and I've always believed that the computer can do what computers do without my help or my attention.
There has to be some time for nothing at all, some time for the soothing vacancy of emotion or thought, some time for the selfish demand that the world let me be me.
In my quiet moments, everything else can wait or not. I don't much care either way.
Sometimes it's good to stop, enjoy these moments and feel what's going on inside you !
ReplyDeleteThere should always be time to smell the wildflowers ...
DeleteI treasure my lunch hours at work, when I slip into the car to eat and lose myself in a good book. I need time to escape the craziness. On the other hand, sometimes, there is too much quiet.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was working, that's what I did as well ... actually driving off the a nearby park and eating lunch in quiet solitude. Work can be chaotic, and it certainly was for me ...
DeleteLove the song ... perfect for your blog. As for escaping during lunch, I used to drive down by the river and watch the boats go by. Sometimes it was difficult to start the car and return to my office.
ReplyDeleteIt's very noisy around here, and a part of me wants to escape to a very quiet place ... maybe the public library.
"public library"
DeleteHaha ... yes, libraries were once the epitome of quiet, but I'm not so sure they're all that quiet these days. I know that mine is a busy, bustling place.
I would hazard to guess, KJ, that these moments of quiet have gotten more important and frequent with the years. They have for me.
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Absolutely right, Manfred ...
Delete~smile~ .... the quiet of peaceful moments .... a definite necessity in this chaotic world of ours. Not sure I would survive without mine!
ReplyDeleteSilence is golden, but it's free if you want it ...
DeleteI think you have written this blog right after one of those sacred quiet moments..
ReplyDeleteThis is what I mean with finding the center of oneself. It's truly healing.
So many people plunge right into the chaos of daily life and forget to take time for themselves ... yes, it is a healing process.
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