It was 2:00 in the afternoon and the house was still. One baby slept in the room down the hall, another baby slept in the next room.
Outside there were a few muffled noises from traffic in the distance – not invasive, just the sort that provide a hum and a rhythm.
I’m no bird person, but I could distinctly hear at least four different kinds of birds chriping and singing outside. (Mmmm… one of my favorite things about living in the tropics.)
THe dishwasher swished from the freshly cleaned kitchen.
The dryer tossed and sent out occasional cracks of noise from a zipper clinking the metal.
All around was a glorious stillness and quiet in the gentle, loud din of life sounds.
Quiet noise. That’s all.
That beautiful space void of television or voices or crying… even music.
Just the sounds of house and home and the world spinning by outside.
Sun peeked through the window and a slight breeze shifted the curtains.
The to-do list lay face-down on the coffee table and hte computer screen remained shut.
I stretched out the entire length of hte couch to reflect and breathe and be, trying desperately to shut out the noise of my own mind…
And an hour later I woke up.
Q for you: When’s the last time you enjoyed some quiet noise?
Click Clink Five | Five minutes a day, unedited.
Adriel also writes (using spell check!) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos.