My kind of quiet…
The Daily Post weekly challenge is Silence
It’s pretty quiet on the home-front. We’ve had sun, clouds and then a few raindrops.
I recently overheard a man talk about his man cave. We were eating breakfast at a small cafe and squeezed in together like sardines. It was not hard to hear him describe it. Later I thought that all he needed was a small window that slid open for his wife to put his meals in it. Truth is that we all need our space. A place to be still or busy with creativity, to ponder, read or just be in the moment and take in the world around us. For me that can be anywhere. Yes, it’s nice to have a room to retreat to, but I can also be ok, sitting on our sofa with my feet propped up, coffee cup in hand and gazing out the window. My little space and place. Anyway, here are a few photos of what my woman cave might look like..
When this little girl was growing up, there was a family friend that called her, LOTTACHATTERWAGONTONGUE…
He would tease her about it when given the opportunity and it was all done in fun. I have not been one to talk a lot and I tend to gravitate towards listening.
Listening takes practice and I was not always good at it. A person can be quiet but not have the skill to listen. Everyday our world is loud. Decision making becomes hard due to other voices, clamor of noise and other influences. We may think we have all of the right answers to life’s problems right inside our brain. We are often persuaded by others opinions… but I find that when I get still and quiet and shut out the clamor, that is when the answers come. Where that gut feeling feels peaceful and either I see red, to stop, or green, to go and maybe yellow for caution. It is all really very simple but can be made complicated if you don’t stop, look and listen.