Evening Coffee

Listen. Do you hear that? It’s the blissful sound of silence. If I was a poetic person I would honestly write a poem right now. But alas, I can’t even haiku.

I am an only child. Let’s not stereotype now, I don’t think I am a spoiled brat. Maybe. Mostly not. Well….moving on…

Growing up I always had to have noise, be constantly entertained, and just be in the middle of everything. Entering into adulthood and after having three kids who thrust me into living each day in an organized (not really) state of chaos, I now understand and truly appreciate the concept of being alone.  What calls to me the most is getting to turn my mind off and bask in the quite of just…being. It would be a natural assumption that I would apply meditation to this state of just being but it has only just recently occurred to me to try that. Niki inspired me and, while I practice it every morning to channel myself for the day, I haven’t really been very good at it so far. It helps quite a bit yes, but I don’t think it’s fair to say I can ‘mediate proper’ yet. 

When I want to escape the noise of the TV and all of the raucous around my house I disappear to my massively oversized bathroom-seriously it’s the size of a bedroom.  It’s also carpeted in the area in front of this blissful wall-heater that keeps me nice and warm while I lay on the floor in front of it. I have made my husband promise me that when we buy a new house (soon) he absolutely must install one of these somewhere in the house wherever it is that will be my new quiet spot. I do a lot of my blog life here on this bathroom floor (as I write) allowing me to check out and plug in to the “not Facebook” sharing world. I get to tap into the non-logistical side of my brain to write, and also into my heart to read. 

And so…that’s where I venture next tonight. Time to brew another cup…

What do you do to calm the noise around you and just be? What does your quiet spot look like? 




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18 comments

    1. Not sure how I have not been following you all this time but I have corrected that now -maybe too many taps, because I could have sworn I did. You bring me warmth with your words to me, it really does mean a lot. Thank you for such a gift in your compliment, friend!

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      1. This is an old car (really old , as in no radio or anything ) and I like to drive – really drive …as in feeling and hearing the motor while I crank up or down the stick shift , and listen to my thoughts , winds open breeze flowing in ( remember … old car so no air conditioning) , and I usually drive somewhere where I have to go to (multitasking you see !)
        Turtle Hugs

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  1. I am writing this at 11:57 p.m. Thursday night. After the last few sips of my last cup of joe for the day. This is my time to myself. Co-parenting two granddaughters (6 and 3) five days a week from 7:15 a.m. till 6 or so at night does not leave me with any sanctuary and little silence. I love the night and the quiet I can bask in then. I have my office set up where I can write, read, or just sit here alone. I love it. I tried the early morning stint, but it doesn’t work for me. I’d have to get up at oh-dark-thirty to have any quiet time to myself and that just doesn’t work for me.

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    1. My office used to be my sanctuary sometimes too, but since I work from home now it’s not the same. I am not your early bird either (as I write this at 6 am). I can’t write anything good this early though. I think it’s an amazing thing you do co-parenting. My husband’s grandparents were a little similar in that regard and he is so close with them and to this day his best memories were of those times. I have no doubts that it will be the same for your granddaughters… You’re amazing for doing it too!

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      1. Thanks, Amanda. Marie and I both pray those two gorgeous little girls will remember us as well and the things we are trying to teach them to be loving children of Almighty God.

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