Finding Peace
Maybe it’s just that time of my life, but bleakness feels omnipresent and the turmoil of the world feels as though it’s sitting at my backdoor. It’s probably my fault. I like technology and the algorithms know my desires. A deadly combination, I’m sure. Most days I can make my way to the light, but in a world where everyone wants your attention, sometimes it’s hard to ignore the noise.
My usual places of respite are my gardens and the sky at night. It was peaceful there last night when I woke at two a.m. The crickets were singing and the milky way striped the sky. There was a cool breeze and it felt good standing outside on the drive looking up. I had a book to read but I’ve read it, and I’m waiting for another. So, standing outside was the best option to set in motion the wheels that would take me back to bed. Eventually, I got there. Sleep is a nice way to push the world away.
It’s tempting to say I should simply find a way to put down the phone, but I think that would be admitting defeat. This is the world in which I live, and I’m not disposed to run from it. Of course, writing everyday feels like a luddites way of trying to fit in, but it’s the best I can do in the short term. And maybe being able to build my own peace and write about it can help someone else do the same.