Can you hear that?
The front door closed on my daughter, as she took off for the bus at 7 this morning. I made my morning cup of tea. And I heard it. That silence. The sense of peace that only comes from being the only one at home!
Ahhh, how I love the sound of silence – sounds actually. For there wasn’t no noise – I could hear the birds cheeping outside the window, and a frog was rejoicing out the back somewhere over the (too) light shower of rain we had earlier.
But there was no human noise. And my soul rejoiced!
I took a big deep breath, like my body craved the silence as much as my mind. It could now relax, even if just for a moment.
There was no loud
noise music coming from Captain Scarlett’s room, or competing music coming from Gorgeous Girl’s room at the other end of the house. No TV. No kids arguing or making requests. No washing machine even. No barking dogs. Just quiet.
Don’t get me wrong. I adore my family, and love having house full of laughing kids, loud music, piano practice and ringing phones…(well, maybe not the ringing phones at dinner time!) and the washing machine is usually on… When they are all home and happy and going about their own projects, my heart sings!
But I don’t need that all the time. My ears need respite! As does my soul.
The quiet of an empty house, a moment of peace I can savour before I launch into the second phase of my day, calms me after the morning rush and allows me to take that deep breath that will nourish me throughout my busy day.