Kingsbrae 14.3
14 June 2017
Peace
Everywhere I go, distractions.
I-phones bleep, fingers touch
screens, instant news breaks
sound waves on an endless
shore, noise, more noise, car
radios, heavy metal, hard rock.
I must flee now to the gardens.
I must seek out the robin’s song,
find the liquid notes of the water
thrush, search for the oriole’s
magic voice, the cardinal’s
colorful chorus. Not for me the
cheap tweet of the twitter-verse:
better by far the soulful summer
sounds of the natural universe.
I love this! I crave those sounds of nature. I’m still getting caught up. I’m trying to read all the pieces out of Kingsbrae. They have been wonderful. Thanks for taking us along on the journey!
So glad you like it. I have had a great time writing and thinking and just ‘being’ … it has been a wonderfully creative time for me. And you are here with me, in spirit, so no problem.
The power went out the other day for about an hour when a transformer in the neighborhood blew. You never realize just how noisy the modern world is until it’s completely cut off! Wee need that peace and quiet!
Indeed we do … and here at Kingsbrae I have it. A haven of peace in an increasingly noisy and crowded world. We can create our own solitude, mind, and I think we have to do that, especially f we are creative artists.
I agree. I am fortunate to have a quiet neighborhood with lots of trees, birds and deer around. It is restorative!
The deer are running wild around St. Andrews. I have never seen so many in the streets and hedgerows. They aren’t shy either, come right out of the bushes and just stand there and stare.
If only they didn’t bring the ticks!
there’s a plague of them down where I am. Red Alert and lots of people telling us what to look for and how to react etc.
Same here. I’m thinking about raising Guinea hens! They’re supposed to keep them in check!
Guinea hens? Cheap at the price!
Like those ‘ liquid notes of the water thrush’. … we live in the dawning of an odd world …
The times they are a’changing … and not necessarily for the better. It takes people like us to hold the old world steady, Jane.