Cell phone rang while I was making supper last night. Didn’t have the number in my phone so I didn’t answer. 😉
30 seconds later, truck pulled into the driveway I didn’t recognize.
Turned out to be some guy named Al whom my son has been working for. Al purchased a barn beam mantle from me last week, to be picked up at a later date.
30 seconds after Al stepped out of his truck he said,“Boy is it quiet around here. I like it!”
He is not the first person who has said that to me.
Some people like the peace and quiet. Drives other people batty.
I have a theory about peace and quiet. It’s just a theory mind you.
When a person’s inner world is full of pain (Inner world defined as thought life, emotional well-being, past life experiences,, purpose in life, existential stuff), then quiet is the last thing they crave. They crave noise and business to keep themselves distracted, so as not to be alone with themselves.
When the inner world starts to become healthy, you start to crave quiet. Sort of like going from diet coke to clean water. At first, the water feels boring, and lacking, until your taste bugs get retrained. Gradually, the water (which is much more healthy for you) feels “right” and the sweetness of the coke becomes obnoxious.
At this point, I like both. (Quiet and background music)
I’m currently reading “ Windows of the Soul , highlighting sentences as I go. Do you ever do that?
Here’s a couple of highlighted portions from this week:
“The problem is not entirely in finding room the room of one’s own, the time alone, difficult and necessary as that is. The problem is more how to still the soul in the midst of its activities.”
Anne Morrow Lindbergh Gift from the Sea
“In the past I would have more or less identified with Mary. (Of Mary and Martha fame Luke 10:38-42) But over the years, as I have had the opportunity to look deeper into my life, the more I see of Martha. The truth, I think, is that there is something of both sisters in all of us. And that is why so many of us so much of the time find ourselves in the middle of an inner tug-of-war, pulled by our duties and another by our devotion.
… The issue wasn’t her preparations ; it was her distractions. It wasn’t the many things; it was that the many things didn’t revolve around the one thing that was needed.
There was not quiet center that Martha was working from, no solitude of the heart, no still axis around which her activities revolved. That’s why the wheels fell off her attitude. And that’s why with some regularity, they fall off of mine.”
No quiet center she was working from….
No still axis….
That was me, many moons ago.
Someone compared me to a gushing fire hose. Lots and lots of energy and activity spraying all over the place…with very little to show for it.
I can spot people like my former self pretty quickly. They really can’t help themselves. Well they can, but until they get burnt out or to the end of themselves, someone telling them to slow down, simply do not register.
Well, time for morning coffee.
Any thoughts about cultivating peace and quiet in the nooks and crannies of our souls?