Every evening I try to get outside to sit on the front porch for a few minutes. Mostly it’s to get away from the circus sounds of my house. While I’m thankful a lot of it is cheerful and laughter, there has been everyone’s share of odd animal-like sounds.
Maybe you’ve heard it from where you are.
It’s so loud.
With everyone home now and remote learning, it’s noisy, and I’m needed more now than I’ve ever been. The time to challenge myself in this vocation of being a parent has come to fruition. Gone are the “easy” days of scheduled laundry and exercising during naptimes. Like many trials in life, I’ve been torpedoed into this with limited tools.
It’s noisy inside my house.
It’s noisy inside my head.
But outside, it’s quiet.
The traffic is nearly gone, and the planes overhead are infrequent enough to notice their absence. The night air is cool but has the fresh scent of early spring.
The evenings are still.
They’re calming and peaceful.
Sitting outside gives me a chance to regroup. I can sit in silence and just be.
Being feels deeper these days.
I don’t long for time to read a book or watch a movie anymore. I don’t feel a burning need to hit the treadmill before bed because I have not met my weight goals for the year. Things have slowed down so considerably that it has somehow magnified the importance of the little things often overlooked.
Suddenly, life just is.
That’s the only way I know how to explain where I’m at these days.
I don’t think that’s a bad thing either. Before this, there was never enough time for life just to be. Life before was comprised of many things that didn’t amount to much in importance.
Life will get back to normal soon. Whatever “normal” might be for each of us after this. I suspect, though, the lessons learned now will stay with us for some time to come. I hope that you find something in this that brings you peace and joy. Until then, sit outside for a few minutes and enjoy the silence and just be.
Be thankful you can’t hear the animal sounds blaring from my home.