Where Nothing But Dust is Falling

Let us, for a brief second, appreciate the stillness that comes from a moment of silence. Not in the “let us all have a moment of silence to appreciate the dead” sense, I should add as quickly as possible; I literally just mean, a break from the chaos and cacophony that feels near constant in this ever-changing world in which we’re living.

This weekend was, despite all odds, utterly chaotic for me. The surprise that was a relaxed, low key and utterly enjoyable Friday afternoon proved to be a red herring for the way things were to unfold for the next couple of days, as events — and the ever-present need for Stuff To Be Done — meant that it was all go for two days, with little time for quiet contemplation or reflection.

At the time, I just kept my head down and took care of what needed to be taken care of, with only a small amount of grumping and grumbling. (Okay, maybe not theĀ smallest amount, but it could have been so much worse, I swear.) It’s only today, as things calm down somewhat — helped, oddly, by the daily grind of the work week and all the things it includes — that I find myself with the space to appreciate, well, the space to appreciate things.

There’s something to be said for silence, in both the literal “oh, there’s no loud noises happening” sense, as well as the “I can think clearly and I very much appreciate that” one. There’s something to be said for the way in which it can help everything feel more centered and in its place, even if the place in question is scattered all around with small dogs gnawing on things quietly by your feet.

For the first time in days, I find myself just… sitting down and appreciating everything, feeling my stress levels falling and smiling at the way of it all. Silence might not be golden, but it’s better than the alternative sometimes.

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