From there to here
My mind has been taken over with noise, demanding voices, I have been evicted, retreating into myself to find the silence I need. To question what is happening in this noisy world and why this noise moved me out of my mind to seek solace out of confusion, the constant beat of the drums overwhelming me. I need space to roll out my mind.
The stillness I need to sew seeds of awareness, a ray of hope and harmony. Precious moments to keep me in touch with friends without fear of noise taking over my mind and stopping me from caring and sharing. Today I thought of a place when I felt free to set aside noise, to open those doors in my life, to remember my friends and the power of creation. Harmony in nature, scaling a mountain but not one of noise and confusion. The only confusion is my sense of direction. The mountain we climbed have no signal for use of GPS but dad seemed to know which path we should take. I leapt over water, I held on for my life! The weather changed, fog obliterated the path but we wanted to reach the view point and breathe the fresh air. That’s where I found harmony and stood above viewing the majesty of the mountains and reservoir below me. We came down tired but rejuvenated, the interlude we needed; one which I long for today.
Nature holds the key to open our windows. Music can open more windows, if we let our minds dwell on the notes rather than the audience. Golden moments can be a gift from talented people, who help us create, encourage us to explore. A poem to stir our souls, a painting to bring us closer to the artist. I am gathering up moments like this and walking across an invisible bridge, that bridge is being built as I journey through creativity, a place I did not know existed in my life. It has given me an insight and provided me with an interlude from the noise of life. My mind is infused with positive belief, despite my overwhelming sense of weakness. I see the power of human beings from both ends of the scale. My mind was weighed down and the pressure seeks to flood me but the ray of light across my invisible bridge is moving me forward. I need to move past stumbling blocks which threaten to lock my thoughts deeper inside me. To walk around in my quite place, to pick up fragmented pieces to be ready to put myself together again. It will take a lot of effort, my body and mind need more strength. I will never reach the heights of artists, musicians, designers, authors but I can attribute respect for my fellow human beings who are building me the bridge to be the best I can be
I could not end my writing without the words I will never forget which have really moved me to not only think about the birdsong and how we need conserve the birds that visit our gardens and reward us with their chorus. Gerald Duerelle’s words “Before another birdsong ends” have always had a significant meaning in my mind.
Thank you for reading my words with dignity and respect.