Trust me, the goldfinch is in the tree.
Two of my best places to experience silence are out in nature and in my own home. I’m talking about the silence that makes me feel calm and centered, the kind that goes along with solitude and simplicity. A walk in the woods or on the beach in the winter are pretty safe bets for this kind of silence.
My home is another good spot because I have some control. Right now I am sitting in the AR (Angel Room) watching a goldfinch perched on the tree, waiting his turn at my birdfeeder. Because it is quiet, I’m more apt to notice what’s going on outside my window.
I’m thinking about this because earlier today I had to go to the mall to buy new walking shoes. I went to DSW, which is a rather attractive warehouse/store as far as displaying thousands of shoes goes. It was easy to walk past the high 4” heels and the equally high platform shoes. As I was trying on some possibilities, I realized that I was being invaded by loud, upbeat music. Once I became aware of it, it got louder and louder. What is the point of this music? Obviously to get me to buy shoes, several pairs, to move me from shoe to shoe, aisle to aisle.
Well, I did find just the right pair, but one was enough. I couldn’t walk out of their fast enough to get home to the AR and see my quiet goldfinch friend.
My home is another good spot because I have some control. Right now I am sitting in the AR (Angel Room) watching a goldfinch perched on the tree, waiting his turn at my birdfeeder. Because it is quiet, I’m more apt to notice what’s going on outside my window.
I’m thinking about this because earlier today I had to go to the mall to buy new walking shoes. I went to DSW, which is a rather attractive warehouse/store as far as displaying thousands of shoes goes. It was easy to walk past the high 4” heels and the equally high platform shoes. As I was trying on some possibilities, I realized that I was being invaded by loud, upbeat music. Once I became aware of it, it got louder and louder. What is the point of this music? Obviously to get me to buy shoes, several pairs, to move me from shoe to shoe, aisle to aisle.
Well, I did find just the right pair, but one was enough. I couldn’t walk out of their fast enough to get home to the AR and see my quiet goldfinch friend.