Quiet time
It's so quiet here at home. The husband is working, the oldest is working and the younger three are at school. It's just me and the pets and all the pets are napping.
I can hear the AC humming and the clicking of the keys as I type out my post. That's about it.
It's funny how we get so used to noise to the point of feeling almost uncomfortable when it's totaly quiet. How cool it must have been to be alive when the world was slower and less occupied.
I love to read books with stories from long ago when people cared more about their character and that of others. When children were expected to be respectful of themselves and others. When adults gave a thought to the example they set for their kids. When life was slower and friends were life long. When a barn burning was tragic but the entire town showed up to help build a new one.
I'm sure it wasn't all a field of flowers, but you can see where I'm going with this.
I want to have a day go by and look back at that day knowing I was present during every part of it. I don't want it to pass and wonder where it went. It seems like each week I say, "wow, is it friday already"?
So, I'm sitting here in this quiet space soaking it in. I'm sure it won't last long.
This morning Gretta, our boy cat, was playing with his tail around the feet of a bar stool in the kitchen. Up, over, around, and through he went for at least 20 minutes. The life of a cat is interesting to me. Kinda wish I was one. You eat, potty, nap and play. On occasion you find a human to slink around on and hope for a rub down. Sounds pretty perfect. Of course I would miss ice cream and chocolate if I was a cat.
Hope your day is full of quiet moments.
Hugs
Shannon
I can hear the AC humming and the clicking of the keys as I type out my post. That's about it.
It's funny how we get so used to noise to the point of feeling almost uncomfortable when it's totaly quiet. How cool it must have been to be alive when the world was slower and less occupied.
I love to read books with stories from long ago when people cared more about their character and that of others. When children were expected to be respectful of themselves and others. When adults gave a thought to the example they set for their kids. When life was slower and friends were life long. When a barn burning was tragic but the entire town showed up to help build a new one.
I'm sure it wasn't all a field of flowers, but you can see where I'm going with this.
I want to have a day go by and look back at that day knowing I was present during every part of it. I don't want it to pass and wonder where it went. It seems like each week I say, "wow, is it friday already"?
So, I'm sitting here in this quiet space soaking it in. I'm sure it won't last long.
This morning Gretta, our boy cat, was playing with his tail around the feet of a bar stool in the kitchen. Up, over, around, and through he went for at least 20 minutes. The life of a cat is interesting to me. Kinda wish I was one. You eat, potty, nap and play. On occasion you find a human to slink around on and hope for a rub down. Sounds pretty perfect. Of course I would miss ice cream and chocolate if I was a cat.
Hope your day is full of quiet moments.
Hugs
Shannon
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