The quiet things seem loud when nothing else is vying for your attention
The clink of your fork against the table or the way that ketchup squirts out of the bottle,
Your cat’s purr as he rubs against your leg,
And even the whisper of the wind,
If nothing else is vying for your attention,
If nothing else drowns out the noises of Life,
So turn off your phone set it on do not disturb and sit outside.
Leave your phone in the house and sit outside.
Listen to the birds chirping in the trees,
To the wind blowing through them,
Listen to the way that rocks tumble and fall and clink and rumble as they go through your fingers back to the ground,
Maybe there are lessons to be heard in the way that the tree creaks when it sways
Or the way that chipmunks run, and chatter, their paws pitter-pattering, way up high,
Maybe there are lessons to be learned in the sound that the waves of the lake make as they rumble over driftwood,
And the way that pinecones fall and tumble and crack on their way to meet the ground
Maybe there are lessons to be heard and learned by the way that pine needles crunch under your feet, or in your hand, or under the hooves of deer,
Or how soft and quiet the dark earth itself may seem as it compacts beneath you,
Maybe there are lessons to be learned by just being in nature
By turning off all the other noises in your life
The people in your phone, or real life, their advice, their telling you what to do, who to be, how to live,
And the even the noise in your own head.
It’s much older than us
There’s wisdom to be learned.
