Saturday, July 28, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
THERE IS SOMETHING TO be said for stillness and quiet (though it should be said very quietly of course, so not to disturb the peace). We relished our days in the mountains, and rejoiced that the first full day was a day of unending rain. There was nothing to do but read and nap. So restoring! The quiet was broken only by the sound of the rushing stream, rushing all the more after the rain. Such a soothing sound to lull one to sleep!
Silence like this allows peace to reign. Somehow when noise is going on, everything whirling in my mind kind of gets bogged down and is not given a proper perspective. In silence thoughts can sort themselves out to those that are meaningful ones to be pursued, while others are cast aside.
Did I bring silence back from the mountains with me? Not totally, but I am trying to decrease some of the noise around here. Some chores done in silence allow the same thought molding, and driving without the radio sometimes helps me to arrive more mentally rested than if I was "charged up" by the what I was listening to.
Anyway, it's worth thinking about. I read about silence recently in a magazine and the subtitle read: "Your world can be a place of peace if you let it."
Sunday, July 22, 2007
A friend loaned me Jan Karon's last Mitford book to read in the mountains. It was fitting as it could have taken place very near where we were. I felt like I was in the book as we drove winding back roads through mountain communities. As we passed little churches I wondered which was Father Tim's! I thought of this quote as I gazed upon the very mountains he describes: " Beyond the wall, it appeared that the whole of creation opened itself to him. An ocean of the world's oldest mountains rolled away on their journey to the west, green upon green, and in the great distance, blue upon blue. Small lakes of mist collected in the hollows, a poker-red sun cast its light upon the ridges and hogbacks as it ascended ... " (Light from Heaven)