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Life, unedited.

The clock ticks rudely and I never realized how loud the fridge really is.

Muffled laughter seeps in from the neighbors and I can hear a train several blocks away.

It’s noisy here in the quiet.

My house is a little messy, but it’s clean under those toys, thanks to Rose.

On the shelves sits a plant starting to droop, asking for a drink. I forgot again today. Even looking at it now, I think – she’ll be ok until tomorrow.

There’s a printed out calendar sheet on the fridge at waist level with big green numbers counting down the sleeps until we “take suitcase on pane to ‘merica”.

Several boxes of ziplock bags are stacked in the corner containing blades and gloves and soap and things that one might see as “stuff” and another might see as a chance at life.

A small pile of baby clothes outgrown, folded neatly on the chair. Ready to fly to an island to be traded for fish so they can clothe Jesus there.

My eyes blur, my jaws clenched (again), and my shoulders raised too close to my ears.

I think about the bathtub I hope to one day have.

Relax. Breathe. Sleep. Those things have been hard lately.

But there’s a strange sweetness in the struggle. Prayers in the form of one and two and three-word pleas.

He answers, you know.

I wait for it.

But sometimes the wait is hard.

And sometimes cookies really do make things better. (I never understood comfort food before. But now I want some cookies.)

He answers, you know.

 

STOP.

 

Love,
A

 

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Quiet noise

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.

STOP.

 

Q for you: When’s the last time you enjoyed some quiet noise?

 

Love,
A

 

Click Clink Five | Five minutes a day, unedited.
Adriel also writes (using spell check!) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos