I love it in the mornings when the house is still asleep and I'm sitting here in my chair by the window. My view of the mountain isn't quite clear this morning, its scattered by puffs of clouds and our neighbors cows are all over the field behind our house. The cows love this field this time of year. We feed them our bad apples that have fallen from our apple tree. These apples to them are like cavier is to a millionaire. There's no one pulling on my leg or calling mommy over and over. No questions unless its the ones inside my head. There's no one begging for breakfast or the Telletubbies show.
Oh, where was I?
Back to the mornings.....
I love the sound of silence. Typing that makes me think of the old Simon and Garfunkel song but beyond that I think of how irritated my hubby gets with me because he doesn't like silence as much as I do or in the capacity that I do. he likes the TV on for background noise. I'm not a fan of background noise but I allow him to have his because I love him.
I also love sitting here in the mornings with no sound.
I love to roll things over and over in my head, perhaps formulate my next blog entry, contemplate another person's blog entry. Most often I pray and thank God for my blessings while at the same time seeking solace and guidance with my grieveances. I don't always get the answers that I want but I know that I've been heard. Even in the sounds of silence.
I love the promise that each new day brings. Mornings can do that for me - its another chance to begin again and get something done - even if that something is just survive another 24 hours.
In a few hours, our house will be hopping and the silence will be gone. We'll be putting the finishing touches on the suitcase and breakfast and I'll be getting showered and dressed and ready to go out the door. The sound of children and laughter and babbling will fill the air. The dishes will be loaded into the dishwasher and set to run at midnight tonight. The floor will be swept and the trash taken to the outside garbage can. My hubby will load the suitcases and other items (including our precious children) into the van and I'll stand in the room taking mental inventory one last time. I'll hear the sounds of silence, take a deep breath and leave for another adventure to south Georgia.
I'm envious of our house sitter - she'll have all the silence that she can handle.
Find some silence today. See what your mind and soul attempt to tell you.
Talk to you soon.