When I sit down to write my blog each day or night, whichever the case might be, I do not feel like it is work. Instead, I feel a sense of relief and relaxation as I get into the mode of typing my thoughts.
The first thing that greets me on Albert, my computer, is the desktop picture. This has been my desktop for quite a while and it brings me a sense of peace whenever I look at it.
I can feel the silence that prevails when surrounded by that much snow.
It’s almost magical and majestic.
Silence like that found in snow covered nature is peaceful and evokes introspective thinking. I feel that people do not take the time to hear themselves think enough any more. There are so many distractions with the television, telephone, radio, activities and other people.
With that much snow, it is usually really cold and the air feels cleansing and smells fresh. Taking a deep breath of that kind of air seems to fill the body with renewed hope for a new start.
Albert the computer, Bella the puppy and I usually sit in silence at least for an hour or two each night. The only sound is Turtle the turtle digging in his rocks and the water from the tank trickling. I’m able to let go of the day and all the things that have cluttered my mind.
After a few hours of silence, sometimes I play a song over and over…and over and over…and over and over again. Right now I’m listening to Kenny Chesney sing “Somewhere With You.” It’s probably about the thirtieth time for the evening.
Every now and then the post that I’ve composed in my mind during the drive to work, while I’m grocery shopping or cooking dinner isn’t what I feel like writing. After I refresh my mind by removing the messiness of the day, the earlier thoughts sound stale in my head. However with a blank slate, there is always a thought that pops in my mind that becomes my post for the evening.
I don’t know if you are going to jump over to YouTube.com and listen to Kenny Chesney’s song, but part of the lyrics are:
‘Cause when I close my eyes
I’m somewhere with you,
Somewhere with you
How much of our lives are just a temporary high?
Are we actively engaged in activities that add value and worth remembering?
Do we take the time with loved ones for granted and waste opportunities to share the joy of our life experience and draw the comfort we need from each other?
Will we regret our squandered time as we approach the end of our lives?
Are we making the most of it or do we spend too much time on a temporary high dreaming of being somewhere else or with someone else?
you’re only out of money,
but waste your time and
you’ve lost a part of your life.