The noise is getting to be too much. It’s suffocating at times, bearing down on me and pulling me in like quick sand. But it doesn’t always have to be this way I remind myself.
I go to a place where the noise is one of life, creation, and earth’s gentle whispers. I go to the woods and the water. I see a fish jumping. Turning to the shore across the way, I see two deer eating. A heron calls from a distance.
I hear the lapping of waves against the rocks and the stillness invites me closer with her words: All will be well, all will be well, all manner of things will be well.
Image: Coleman National Fish Hatchery, Pacific Southwest Region USFWS from Sacramento, US, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons