All is quiet.
The noise of the day has finally ceased. The house is no longer shaking from the demolition hammers and drills used need door.
The kids are sleeping. A sniffle and a snore can be heard from time to time.
My ears concentrate on a lovely sound. The ticking of a mechanical pocket watch. It seems alive. The other day we hung it on a nail, it’s small but the numbers are easily read, from a distance I can tell what time it is. As I listen to the ticking of this watch my eyes are attracted to it. The heart is strong, it makes its body move like a small pendulum.
All is quiet, I listen to the ticking of the watch. To the beating of the mechanical heart, there to give me the time.
What time is it?
Let me see.
Of Finding Oneself
Anja closed her eyes. There was just too much going on. Her manager had been stern with her minutes earlier as she had not finished her presentation on time, could he not understand? There was too much going on today. Anja could hear every siren, every striking break and every honking horn in the street below. She could not concentrate on her work.
With her eyes closed she tried to slow down her thoughts, shut out the noise. She drew a deep breath.
Suddenly, she heard nothing. Not the ringing of the phone, not the laughing of her colleagues, none of the sounds that had driven her nuts all morning. Anja felt inner peace, her thoughts were no longer racing in disorder, her stress had evaporated. Continue reading “Of Finding Oneself”