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Sunday, August 9, 2020

In Need of Quiet Time



In the course of life, there comes a time when quiet and reflection are needed for self-contemplation. On Monday night in the stillness before the storm I realized that the hectic pace of summer days preparing for a major move did not afford me what I needed to balance my life. Taking a deep breath, I tried to reclaim quiet but unlike the quiet scene above by South African photographer, #chazchaz, nighttime noises interfered. Outdoor creatures wailed, birds chirped at strange times, and air passed by untypically. Nature seemed off-key. 

Little did I know that the next day Tropical Storm Isaias would turn Long Island upside down leaving a path of destruction. In its fury, Isaias raged like a lion downing telephone lines, toppling majestic trees, breaking huge branches, and throwing debris across lawns as it moved from street to street and through towns. By the end of its path, it left 300,000 Long Islanders without electricity, air conditioning, and hot water. 

In addition, there was no internet but endless hours of sweltering heat. It felt like a cruel blow while we Long Islanders were still enmeshed in the pandemic and quarantine life. During the four days of clean-up, people were powerless to turn their lives around. in my neighborhood, we spent days worrying while waiting for clean-up crews to pick up huge branches and trees that littered streets and homesites. We needed time to rest our minds. Because of faith and a spirit of believing, days later we rose to a new dawn. 

Now in the quiet of midday, I can listen to a hauntingly beautiful instrumental, Shaun by Nightnoise, and write. Grateful for the sounds flowing through the computer and the light powering my office space, I join, albeit late, my fellow Spiritual Journey Thursday community of friends.


Teacher poet, Margaret Simon, leader of our writing community, chose the topic of spiritual art to explore. In response, I searched for images, photographs, and music to quiet my restless spirit. The above photos and music share the beauty and emotional power of nature at rest. With these as prompts, I reflected and wrote a skinny poem*. 

Sometimes, my mind wanders-
resting
in
quiet
thoughts-
resting
in
nature's
peace-
resting,
my mind sometimes wanders.
©CV, 2020

Throughout this week, while waiting in the dark for morning light, I turned to prayer to quiet my mind.  Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him. (Psalm 37:7)


Through photographic art I found a sense of quietude and peace -
 what I waited for this week.

*A skinny is a short poem form that consists of eleven lines. The first and eleventh line can be any length. The eleventh and last line must be repeated using the same words from the first and opening line. The second, sixth, and tenth lines must be identical. All the lines in this form, except for the first and last  lines, must be compromised of only one word. Skinny poems can be about any subject, although the form generally reflects more serious concerns facing humankind. 


6 comments:

  1. This post is so peaceful even amidst the fear and destruction of the hurricane. There is a calm that you give to all of us through your words. Thanks.

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    1. Thank you, Margaret. There is so much stress in trying to sell my house and my antique furniture at the same time. COVID has really changed the buying scene. Quiet time is needed more than ever. I am greatful to have this time by myself now.

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  2. The skinny poem is a perfect landing place for a breath of calm and stillness for a wandering mind. I love this line in you post: "We needed time to rest our minds. Because of faith and a spirit of believing, days later we rose to a new dawn." This could be a mantra. So thankful Isaias is past (we felt his presence here in NC, lost power for the better part of a day, but nothing near what you all endured). I also find something deeply comforting in the night noises ... life is being lived, songs go on, even in the darkness.

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    1. Fran, I love the quiet lately. It is so comforting. I have to remind myself when the stress rises from trying to sell my house and antiques that I should take a breath. I'm glad that you were safe in NC during the storm. I have been meaning to ask you how your husband is feeling this summer.

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  3. Carol; Thank you for this posting and your "skinny" poem. I have yet to try a skinny, but this is a good nudge. So sorry you have so much on your plate this summer. Best to you for the weeks to come.

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    1. I hope you do try a skinny, Karen. Maybe one will pop up when writing about your family history. PS: I wish my plate was not so full but I have to be patient and wait on the Lord.

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