With a busy mind, like mine, finding quiet can be almost impossible. I look for it in places most people would avoid like cafes or crowded public spaces. The bustle of the crowd, at a distance, is my preference, allows quiet inside the there’s a hum outside. It’s why I’ve always found comfort in writing in public spaces; just a face in the crowd.
When that doesn’t work I seek quiet in nature. Something I’m sure comes from my childhood spent on the farm. The quiet I find when we pack the car and head to the beach is unmeasurable. In-measurable? Some kind of not measurable, anyway. The release of my responsibilities and the weight of being an adult starts to slide away as we jump in the car and drive.
There’s nothing I love more.
Find me in the afternoon in my camp chair, shaded by a tree, tapping away on my laptop or reading a book. Accompanied by the quiet noise of the ocean crashing; my own personal white noise machine. The texture of the sand under my feet reassuring and soft. As the minutes pass I can feel my shoulders lower, my mind quieten and finally, I can hear my own thoughts above the rush of daily life. I’ve found it; my quiet.
Are you finding quiet?
The feedback from my phone social media use post last week was that there are a lot of us that find ourselves caught. There are so many ways that the outside world is present in our everyday lives; finding time for ourselves can be difficult. Some of you have little people or are surrounded by people a lot. Whatever is happening for you, I hope you’re dining time to check in with yourself. To find the quiet.
Do you look for it far and wide or does it come easily to you?
It was suggested that I try meditating, and I’m sure it WOULD help. But I just can’t seem to get there with the whole thing. Maybe I should try again, it’s been a while since I tried. It would be nice to take quiet with me sometimes. To not have to find it. For it to be in me. For now, I’ll seek it out. Look for it in the afternoons and warm, summer days. I’m sure to find it there. And one day, maybe it will show up in me too. Though, until then, it’s a great excuse to get out more.
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Hi! I’m Melissa Walker Horn. Around here, they call me Suger. I’m the Chief Blogger and doer of all the things here at Suger Coat It. Blogging since 1901; I love a casual ootd, taking photos, and writing about things that irk or inspire me. I love wine and cheese, long days at the beach and spending time with my family. I make stuff for the internet over at Chalkboard Digital. You know, living the sweet life.
I struggle but rarely sit and do nothing. Like you I tend to sit and read or write or watch tv etc… People used to comment on the fact I took very long baths but it occurs to me I’m only capable of lolling in there for a couple of hours because I’m reading. I wouldn’t be able to do ‘nothing’. And I wonder if I should.
Then again, I know people who also can’t entertain themselves so always need an external stimulus, so I guess I’m lucky in that respect.
I love baths too. We’re very similar in a lot of ways by the sound of this. And I don’t think there’s any real ‘reason’ that we should be able to just do nothing. Not that I can see anyway. Haha.