Quiet Time

This is precious time that is difficult to find.  There is the television reporting on murder and mayhem; robo calls, and people knocking on your door offering to replace your roof, windows, or cut down your trees for a price.  Give me a break:  leave me alone.

I find quiet time in my garden, weather permitting.  I usually take my cup of hazelnut coffee with me when I go out for an inspection tour.  Most often, I start by pulling one tuft of weed and then another.  Before I know it, I am down on my knees, creeping and crawling along the plants, weeding.

When I pause to take a sip of now tepid coffee, I hear the kindergarten kids from across the field squealing with delight.  Their voices carry on the wind.

Quiet time is indeed elusive but a little noise has never hurt me as long as my thoughts are still and quiet.

Back in the Summer Kitchen taking a zip of my now cold water, I thumbed through some papers and found the following note that I had put together about silence from Awakening the Buddha Within by Lama Suryaa Das.   Let me share it with you:

Silence is true

Silence is golden

Silence is medicinal

Silence is healing

Silence is real

It is within me

Find your own quiet time and enjoy it.

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