After a long working life I notice now that I am retired that my life is made up of more quiet times. That fact has been a little confronting. The busyness of an office by its nature makes for noise. The phones ringing, the keys on the computer jumping, the printer pumping out paper and of course the talk bubbling around you. It all adds to the atmosphere of background chatter be it human or otherwise.
Now I find myself more aware of the sounds of the house and garden which have their own pleasant quietness. It allows more time for introspection. I enjoy thinking of what might be or what was, or what I can be. I enjoy watering the garden and seeing things afresh. Once, watering the garden was a chore. One more thing to do in my busy life. It is nice to do the everyday chores in life but not at the run. I take my time and sometimes just revel in the physicality of it all.
I enjoy reading a book in a quiet place and re-reading a paragraph that contains a few special lines to touch the heart. Hard to say whether it will be retained or go the way of many a thought - into the never, never. Perhaps I might read it again in a few months and come to it anew.
Yes, quiet has its place in my life now and I find I am enjoying it too.
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