Soothing
As I head out for my walks, I walk east of Stauffer Avenue. When I arrive at the east end of our acre, I can be seen standing still for some time. No, I am not catching my breath. I am standing still and taking in the whispering of the four tall pine trees that run along our property. There seems to be enough of a breeze that five days out of seven they whisper. In my mind it is the purest of sounds within a busy world. The sound is soothing. When I go to bed at night, I have a pine tree right outside. Though I may not hear the whispering, with the street lights I can see the swaying of the boughs. I can hear the tinkle of the wind chimes that we have placed on the lowest branch of the pine tree. That wee little wind chime is soothing as the boughs rock it back and forth.
Right now as Dennis and I are being more home bound than usual, I am taking solace in the little things around me that sooth and give a feeling of security. I surely can’t do more right now than abiding by suggestions from health care advisers.
What also is a huge help is when family stays in touch with an email now and then. We won’t be traveling to see them in the near future, but just that bit of letting us know how their world is turning is soothing.
I have spent some time in the sewing studio today. With certain body parts that let me know when it’s time to hold it and fold it, I move at will. That in itself soothes and is a blessing.
Each of you find what soothes and find what blessings can be enjoyed. It’s a good thing.