Quiet and Content
Mar. 2nd, 2007 05:44 amLast night at around 8:30 I was lying on the couch writing in my paper journal. My partner was sitting in the rocking chair in my bedroom with his computer on a tray table doing his homework. My daughter was sitting up to the dinner table in the living room doing her homework. The tv was turned off. There was no music on. The upstairs was quiet.
I just stopped and savored the focused silence of the house, the peacefulness of the quiet that had other people in it. This is how my house should be, I thought.
Not all the time, of course. I want evenings of laughter, of games, of friends over, of movie watching too. But this evening of focused silence has been all too rare -- and it was deeply nurturing to me.
The journal writing was difficult at first. I spend so much time at a keyboard that I've fallen out of the knack of hand-writing -- but the more I relaxed into the silence, the more easily the words flowed from my fingers.
I just stopped and savored the focused silence of the house, the peacefulness of the quiet that had other people in it. This is how my house should be, I thought.
Not all the time, of course. I want evenings of laughter, of games, of friends over, of movie watching too. But this evening of focused silence has been all too rare -- and it was deeply nurturing to me.
The journal writing was difficult at first. I spend so much time at a keyboard that I've fallen out of the knack of hand-writing -- but the more I relaxed into the silence, the more easily the words flowed from my fingers.