There is a bliss about the quiet. There is an unspoken yip of excitement when quiet surrounds you. At least for me there is. Sometimes in the quiet, I am able to speak the loudest. Same goes for order. When my space is in order, I feel like my inner being can spew creative disorder at abandon!
My office got sorted and somewhat cleaned up so that i had a place to work that was away from distractions. It is a good space. Not too big and not too small. It has a place for pens and paper and scissors and more. It has a door that can be closed. I love quiet and peaceful spots.
So, now, as I type, do I sit in the quietness of that room?
I sit out in the living room in my favourite chair, wrapped in a knit blanket, enjoying; the quiet sounds of Paw Patrol in the basement; giggles from grandkids; cars driving by and a little chaos.
I love quiet and organized spaces. But I can't stay in them forever. I love my own space - but I can't stay there all the time.
I think we need to settle our minds and find the quiet because we live in noise and chaos most of the time. We need to find peaceful places to play, to pray, to be. But we also need to be with people we love. We need the unstructured conversation of a bunch of siblings each fighting for a piece of air for their words to float in.
I guess I shouldn't say 'we' as some of us may never need the 'noise'.
But for myself? I need the balance. there is beauty in the quiet and there is grace in the loud.
'Quiet down before God, be prayerful before him.' Psalm 37:7a
'Shout your praises to God, everybody! Let loose and sing! Strike up the band!' Psalm 98:4
Even in the Bible - there are moments for silence and there are times to strike up the band!
ps. I came home from work today pretty tired, not feeling 100% and ready to just eat supper and rest. As I walked up the sidewalk, I could see my daughter-in-law and grandkids dancing around the kitchen island. I smiled. I walked in and joined the dance party.
... and then, I rested.