listen

With youth, comes noise.
When we are young, we have an inherent need to surround ourselves with noise. Loudly playing music, football games, telephone chatter…even the sound of our own voices proclaiming independence, our superiority, and our wisdom consumes precious mind space, and clutters our thoughts.  
Sound is somehow reassuring, and comforts us in moments of solitude.  

With age, comes the desire for self reflection.
Silence is golden, and listening is necessary for internal contemplation, for rumination, and conclusion.  I find the more I am quiet, the more others will speak to fill the void.  The more I listen, the more insight I gain into the greater scheme of human nature.

I find myself sitting in the quiet, listening to the roar of the household.  I no longer leap to turn on the television or the radio, but choose instead to bask in the silence and derive peace from its presence.  

Judgment is left to someone other than myself.

Katrina

Linens, decorations,….dresses and tuxedos all seem trivial to discuss in the wake of Katrina.    I haven’t done much posting simply because it hardly seems appropriate to chatter on and on about these things when other people are suffering so.  

Little Man’s school is collecting money and food, so we help out how we can, yet somehow it doesn’t seem enough.  

I was absolutely sick to my stomach to hear of the man who stayed with his dog after rescuing him and losing everything, only to have to leave his precious best friend behind when the rescue bus came.  The vision of the poor dog running behind the bus after his owner…. Well I just can’t seem to shake it.    

I probably would have stayed behind with my dog and found another way out.  

Do whatever you can for these survivors.  It could just have easily been us here in Savannah and that hits home really hard.