All Quiet Here

All Quiet Here

Hiker's Camp in Ecola State Park

Hiker's Camp in Ecola State Park

The effect of quiet is slow and subtle, as it should be, even if it was entered into abruptly after a period of so much noise. 

Quiet crept in slowly indeed. We first noticed we were sleeping in longer and longer every day. The talk about a plan for the day rarely seemed to happen, and even if there was a plan, there was no deadline. Even meals did not seem urgent any longer which was a shock to me because I am always hungry. Nothing really ever seems to happen any more, and it really doesn't matter.

It is the quiet time for this usually bustling beach town, but both the cold weather and the closed highway passes mean even less activity is happening around us. The big highlight is a guy blowing a few stray leaves in the RV park. Literally, we are the only ones here. 

It's a strange feeling to get used to, and does not feel normal at all to myself especially. Usually I am filled with so much intention, doing doing and doing. It is quite different to do nothing, even speech has become difficult in some ways, words literally blocked from escaping. And desire to do things is slowly succumbing to desire to do nothing.

The moment is quiet, and complete and total immersion in it's being is completely necessary.

Getting Farther From Home

Getting Farther From Home

Taking the middle path

Taking the middle path