Gary and I went to the wildlife refuge yesterday in hopes of getting some photos of birds. What we got instead was peace and quiet. I marveled at how undisturbed the inner areas of the refuge were. Even though we could see a vehicle here and there, I could still hear the scurry of little feet in the brush piles and chirping of birds on nearby limbs. When one of the turtles dove into the water it made a loud splashing sound that caused both of us to turn around. I could hear my feet crunching on the gravel. I stood on the bridge for several moments just enjoying the chatter of the ducks and the indignant squawking of the hereon as we disturbed him. Even though we live in the country the peace is often disturbed by the howling wind and the passing of trucks on the nearby highway. There in the woods next to the river there were no such distractions.
I was reminded of my wanderings through the fields and woods as a child. I’ve always liked quiet places- the desert, high mountains, forests, deserted beaches. I like the way the quiet of nature quiets my mind. I breathe easier and feel a deep sense of calm.
I hope that no matter where you live, there is some quiet place you can go to once in a while that restores your inner sense of peace.