The world we live in, will not just give us a quiet place.
So if that is what you need, I’d like to help you with that.
Any time, day or night. Your mind, body and spirit will thank you.
This week has been a breakthrough week in my mind.
Making a quality decision to not ignore quiet time, and to put that time to better use.
By putting it to better use in this instance means to to use that time to create my own thoughts, consider my own beliefs, understand what things I think and why.
I can always find time to read someone elses words. I’m not saying that that is wrong, certainly not, because it does help to create questions for further thinking in my mind. I’m only saying that I need to find out what I, myself think about things.
One of my favorite/best ways to get my thinking to get moving, is to read scripture. It creates many questions, and answers many as well.
The place I landed in my thinking was about space. Quiet space. Loud space. Crampy space. Spacious space.
I then looked up my favorite verses about space, and realized yet again, why I love living where I live.
I grew up in a larger city forty miles north of here. Houses. Streets. Voices. Traffic.
White houses out my window in rows. Utility poles breaking every small stretch of sky.
Someone elses noise always, always, always filling my head.
Some people, and their different personalities, thrive on just such environments. I however did not. I always wanted to be out. Some place green. Some place that I didn’t feel smothered.
My Grampas’ house was like that, but as a child, not very accessible.
Then we moved here. My children called it Podunk. It isn’t really. Podunk, to me, would be much further than the few miles we travel from here to get to town.
It is close enough to be close, and far enough to be far. Away from the hum of the city.
I knew I always wanted to be where I didn’t see only rows of white houses, and poles scratching at the sky. I just did not know how much. Nowadays, a trip to town quickly makes me want to return home.
It was very difficult to find quiet space back then, and it often involved a camping trip, or a car ride to a empty country road. Not impossible, but often difficult.
I am positive that living here, has saved my sanity. I have now spent almost exactly half of my life here; and I’m grateful. I am grateful for the overstuffed chair, that sits by the window, and looks out over a really broad space.
Maybe to you this does not sound like a gift; Your personality prefers the hum of activity.
Questions to consider;
Please feel free to leave a response in the comments. I’d love to hear from you!
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Enjoy some quiet. It’s Under the Hill.
As much as Time as I spend thinking about and talking about the value of quiet time, I have realized that recently, circumstances, or at least my view of them, have kept me from that much needed space of quiet.
Experience has shown me that if I stay away from practicing quietude for too long, it is increasingly difficult to get back into it. Only over time does the value of it begin to appear evident again.
Without quiet, and by that I mean quality quiet, there is just no space for new thoughts, or old thoughts, and sometimes for any thoughts. A classic over thinker, my husband is curious how one can go without thinking.
Not thinking, can be restful, but over time, it becomes a trap. Not thinking, muddles our minds over time. The trap is like serious brain fog for the thinking that we should be doing.
Last week I had to make a quality decision. That decision was not to ignore my quiet time for any reason; real or imagined. My mind, needs some serious un-muddling.
Until today, the thoughts have not been filing in very quickly. Today was a breakthrough day.
For my next post I’ll share some of those thoughts, but for this one, I’d like to ask you a question, or four, about yourself.
I’d love to hear your reply. Please leave your answers in the comments.
Until next time – catch up on some Quietude.
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