Quiet
Its very quiet right now as I type this. I can hear the keys tapping, and the distant sounds from my neighbors… and I don’t usually hear anything except when its late and dark like now. I can hear my daughters snoring slightly from their room – and its very peaceful to me. One of them has a slight cold coming on, or they are allergic to something.
There is one more day of school for them, then the holidays. Their energy levels and excitement are starting to rise, as they anticipate the joys of the year end- in spiritual as well as physical terms. They wonder what presents they will get, and they think on some level about how they have changed throughout the year, or rather how the world seems to have changed to them. They anticipate the family and friends they will spend time with.
Its easy to be jaded as the years pass, to not get swept away in the excitement, or at least vicariously. That is a shame to not allow ourselves the fine moments that we can experience each and every day. To be present, to be mindful such that these daily gifts aren’t lost.
I’d much rather find it in me to perform a random act of kindness than to curse my enemies, or think poorly of another. I’d rather work to find the beauty in each moment – as hard as that may be while on line at the bank, or store, or crowded into a train or bus. Our thoughts and actions are such things that carry on and get duplicated. Like the saying how we treat our children is how they will treat society. How we treat each moment is how we will see how empty or full our lives are… and so on to the next person. It can be contagious – for the better or worse.
Its quiet now. But otherwise I couldn’t hear my little ones breathing and experience the simple joy that brings to me.
