Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Blissful quiet...

I have gotten up at 2:30 am every morning this week.  I expected to hate this, but it is oddly comfortable.  Once I am fully awake, I am able to enjoy the complete quiet of the house.  Well, quiet being a relative term.  I hear the refridgator humming and the guinea pigs conversing...but no voices.  There is no talking, no TV, no radio.  Just blissful quiet.

As the kids get older, I find myself yearning for this quiet time.  I am an introvert living with 3 extreme extroverts.  This is a loud house.  Someone is always talking, moving, changing.  It is a constantly evolving atmosphere.  Nothing stands still.

It is these moments of change that I yearn for my gardens.  To smell the vibrant green of the tomato plants and hear the buzzing of the bees as they visit each of the blooms on the squash plants.  I can get completely lost in the solitude and the hours fade away. 

That is what these mornings are to me.  A chance to settle, reflect, and ready for the day.  To hear myself and choose my path. 

In the blissful quiet.

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