to bed, but I am enjoying the quiet. Quiet is not something I have ever had a lot of, and sometimes it is hard to get accustomed to it, but I find I am enjoying it more and more. It might even be quieter if I closed the windows and the neighbors turned down the music, but that is not the quiet I am seeking.
I am looking for the inside quiet, in my heart and mind. The peacefulness that comes from sitting with oneself and listening. The quiet that comes from not having to fill my life with sound, music, busy-ness, television.
It's easy to get caught up in all the noise as I have been most of my life. With an active household of 6+ children, neighborhood kids, jobs, beads, art, music, the rythym of life was very noisy. It is an adjustment to not have to raise my voice above it all to be heard, rather, to listen quietly to the whisper of my soul and hear it speaking to me.
What is it telling me? I think to simply be. And to create beauty. And to love.