In the quiet hallways of life, we find moments of contemplation. Two souls share a bench, a view, and perhaps a conversation left unspoken.
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I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.
Lao Tzu
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A quiet evening in rural NB
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Stress Dreams
Dateline: Tucson, Arizona. 8/2/2023, 3:43 AM
One very fine thing about stress dreams is that sometimes they push you out of bed. Mine did this morning.
When my feet found the tile floor I noticed that the curtains behind my bed were unusually bright. Ah, yes. This is the first of two full moons this month. So I shuffled out to the kitchen, ground and brewed my coffee, and took my mug outside.
The air was velvety warm. The silver bright moon lit a shoal of clouds. The Doberman was in his heaven. He could patrol the yard for stray cats with papa nearby. Mostly though, it was quiet. A few distant dogs barked. But they were far away. Maybe as far as the reservation. The interstate was empty. No knobby off-road tires tortured the concrete. No jake brakes thrummed as 18-wheelers slowed for the exit. Our monsoon, a weak version of its many progenitors, has failed to turn on either spade footed toads or cicadas. More silence there. But my glider chirped with each back swing.
Eventually the Husky let herself out. She curled up in front of me. She could relax secure in knowing that the Doberman would be the first alert to anything requiring her attention. And there it was: me, The Monsters, and an empty city slowly waking up to start its day.
I gradually drained my coffee mug. The caffeine molecules circulated, switching on my chemical and electrical circuits. I sat for awhile letting my stress dreams dissolve into this waking dream. Too soon I would have to go inside, switch on the electric lights and prepare myself for a day in the capitalist grinder. But for now the velvet air, the lunar glow and the near silence gently pushed those things into their proper place. It was better than a dream.
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Reading update #1 The End of the Affair by Graham Greene “How strange too and unfamiliar to think that one had been loved, that one’s presence had once had the power to make a difference between happiness and dullness in an another’s day.” “[…]but there still remains jealousy of my rival - a melodramatic word painfully inadequate to express the unbearable complacency, confidence and success he always enjoys. Sometimes I think he wouldn’t even recognise me as part of the picture, and I feel an enormous desire to draw attention to myself, to shout in his ear, ‘You can’t ignore me. Here I am. Whatever happened later, Sarah loved me then.’” #capturequiet #quietmoments #bookclub #readwithme #bookworming #interior #home #grahamgreene https://www.instagram.com/p/CmYsDyuhSjB/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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