It’s late and I’m nestled on my comfy couch in my cozy little condo. The only sounds are the living room clock ticking away the minutes over the steady hum of the refrigerator. It’s time to go to bed, but I want to enjoy the peace and quiet for a few more minutes before I end my day.
I’m reminded of an old song, but I can’t remember the words (although I’m sure my sister can). Something about being X o’clock in the morning, and lighting another cigarette. I think the song is about loneliness, but the memory I have of it is merely the feeling of the quiet night closing in around you.
The world zooms by at such a frantic pace. Smart phones, microwaves, HOV lanes. Everyone rushing to fill every minute. I’m as guilty as anyone, constantly feeling the need to do, achieve, accomplish, cram it all in. Dashing through life, not taking time to stop and smell a rose – heck, not even glance at one as I run past it.
Maybe that’s why the idea of a little log cabin in the woods has always appealed to me. Not only for the tranquility and the beauty, being surrounded by nature, far removed from the hustle and bustle of modern-day life, but maybe because it feels like in a place like that, you could relax. It would be a nest, with a fireplace and comfy chair, lots of books and cookies and coffee. Time to gaze out the window and dream. To read, nap, think, write. Just to be.
Of course that’s an illusion. There will always be bills to pay and chores to do and meals to make. People to communicate with. Responsibilities to shoulder. But maybe, just maybe, life in that little cabin would be simpler. Maybe it would be an enforced simplicity, brought about by a remote location, limited resources, or the necessity of making different choices.
I guess we could apply those same rules to any place; we don’t have to relocate to find peace. Right now, my little condo is an incredibly peaceful place. Perhaps I’m the one that introduces the chaos, with the demands I put on myself and my life. Perhaps I need to simplify my insides, rather than my outsides. Put more effort into creating my own little hideaway, wherever I happen to be.
Maybe I could be more productive if I took more time to stop and reset, from time to time…
Now isn’t that typical? I’m justifying the idea of relaxing – if it makes me more efficient, then it’s good. And that’s just nuts. I believe I need to learn to relax, just for relaxing’s sake. (This is something that Phil’s been trying to teach me for a while. Maybe the lesson is finally sinking in.)
So maybe tomorrow, in the midst of my insane day, I’ll find time to relax. Catch some rays. Read a book. Even write a song (okay, so technically that’s not relaxing, but it’s a lot more enjoyable than most of the other things I could be doing).
I’ll report back and let you know how successful I am. Wish me luck.
But in the meantime, if you know which song I’m talking about, chime in. And if you know of a log cabin in the woods that’s easily accessible from Phoenix without the use of a transporter, let me know that too!
I wish you peace, wherever you may find it.