One Hundred and Twenty

April 29, 2012 § Leave a comment

Day 120

In regards to peace-and-quiet:

Peace and quiet – that beauty that overcomes you as you lay in bed at night listening to the owl call. It is the serenity that overtakes you when you step onto the porch of an empty house and listen to the birds sing. Peace and quiet happens as the fire crackles or the teapot whistles or the cat purrs while curled up. It overtakes you as you sit in the sand, the waves thunderously crashing against the shore, the seagulls cawing overhead. It is the autumnal sound of dry leaves crunching underfoot as you listen to the cool breeze blow in a new season. Peace and quiet sounds like a bath filling up with hot water, the hum of your bicycle whizzing down the path, and the turning of crisp pages in a book. Sometimes it is even the sound of your own voice talking aloud to God, the empty room, or yourself. But rarely is peace and quiet void of noise, and it is almost never a vacant and motionless place. So too is being alone not always an ill and forlorn feeling. Can we ever really escape the available peace and quiet that awaits us? It is not something that needs to find us, but rather a treasure that is always waiting for us to let it in. The only thing that seems to stand in the way between us and peace and quiet is our very own fear of being alone


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