Hello, and welcome to Sunday Sundries! I’m here to ramble on about my week, it helps me be grateful and to “celebrate” all the small (and large) extraordinary moments in my life. I hope you’ve had a wonderful week. Mine was beautiful, with one little bump :( which I’ll get to later … .
But first, some amazing art from four talented IG’rs. I’m choosing solely from IG, as explained in my last Sunday Sundries.
Other things I’m celebrating are:
- Confirmation that I am going to be published in the upcoming winter issue of Artful Blogging! Honest-to-goodness, could I be any more thrilled? I think not.
- Autumn leaves.
- An orchard full of apples literally falling into my bucket!
- A bit of rain. Warm temperatures. Sunshine.
- Silence. Stillness.
- A stylest that cuts my hair just the way I want it.
- Finding casual, comfy, flattering clothes at a reasonable price.
One of the things I treasure most is silence. I’ve always known this, and sometimes it’s to the dismay of my poor husband who has to either keep the TV volume down or wear headphones when watching his shows. I just cannot take noise. I even have the most silent fridge on the market.
So imagine my dismay when some people (who I don’t know) set up what must have been gigantic speakers on a lot nearby and proceeded to pound out some very strange music for hours and hours … from 4:00pm to 3:00am. But wait … it started up again the next day at noon and slowly got louder and louder until 11:00pm at which time I think they turned it down a bit. I don’t know … hubby went to bed with earplugs, and I went to the basement … arghh.
But in the midst of it all, I found relief here and there. One moment occurred when I gathered together some apples, my big wooden vintage bowl, a journal, a pen, and the latest issue of Bella Grace. After I had photographed my little scene, I sat down and read an article by Misa Terral of wanderwonderdiscover.com which really spoke to me. She said “silence has a gift in its stillness, the willingness to amplify the immeasurable things.”
I ask you, in the midst of heart pounding noise and distraction, how can you appreciate the perfect light falling softly on the flowers lingering in your autumnal garden? How can you process the heady scent of apples ripening in a bowl on your kitchen table?
Truly … I can’t, and I think a soft breeze must have blown the offensive noise in another direction as I composed this still, because at this moment I was feeling quite peaceful.
It’s quiet now, and hopefully will stay that way … thank you so much for dropping by!