I Like Quiet Time

I like the quiet times.

When there is a lull in the day.

And the hectic pace stops.

I like the clock that I can hear tick-tock. It beats at one herz – what an interesting number – one cycle per second, the rate of a heart beating.

I like to take a walk, with no thoughts, no agenda, nothing to solve.

I like to stare out into space and see what appears.

I am open and willing to receive.

I see the morning dew on the grass, sparkling and twinkling, and find it hard to look away.

I like the quiet time smelling hot apple pie baking.

I like to feel the autumn leaves fall around me, and the spring pink blossoms, and raindrops, and snow.

I like the quiet time of picking blueberries.

I like the quiet time of hearing trickling water over stones in a brook.

And I like to see stones laid lovingly to make a wall or walkway.

I like the dreamy feeling of quiet time.

Flowers appear just by thinking of them.

I don’t have to try so hard – simple things, easy things.

Just lingering.