It's a beautiful Sunday morning where I am. Everything feels green and sunny and for the first time in a very long time, I feel rested and able to sink comfortably into the quiet.Some people feel lonely when it's quiet and the children are away, but I have learned to accept these moments of solitude with gratitude. I miss my children when they are away with their father, but I know that the time away from them is a time to gather energy, laughter, smiles, patience, a quick and ready sense of humor--all the things I seem to run out of in the course of mommying. As a full-time mother, especially during the summer when the children are home all day long, you get quiet where you can and thank the universe for it.
Deep silence is the source of all the invisible forces that give us strength. I know this because each time I feel stretched beyond my limits, I hunt it down and drink from it. Silence is so difficult to come by these days. You don't even know it but everyday there is a steady hum from all the household appliances, the vibrations of vehicles on the road, all kinds of sounds permeating our environment. We don't realize how inundated we are until all that sound suddenly dissipates to a level of quiet that I can only describe as Sunday-quiet. Every other day the air hums with life and activity, but on this last day before the week begins again, you feel a quality of stillness that isn't there on other days. This is why I love Sunday mornings. I hear more of the natural world on this day--the birds near and far, the air as it rushes through the trees, and sometimes even sunbeams, creeping through my curtains and resting on my floor.
This morning I woke up to the realization that Sundays at home are best and I am thankful for knowing it and having it.
