And the house was silent, and it was good

Today was one of those rare occurrences that happen maybe once a year. Something so scares I don't know what to call it or what to do with myself when it happens. I almost forget days as this existed. I thought of them the same as I would a Bigfoot or the locks Monster, it would be cool if they existed, but eh...

Today I ~meditations~ had the entire house to myself. Seven whole complete hours of quiet nothingness. It's so silent now I can hear the cat prance across the floor and nature outside my window. I want to reenact that famous scene from Risky Business (although I would pick an Aerosmith song to dance too) or perhaps I could have jumped on the bed and ate mounds of Ice cream as in Home Alone.

Great works can be created under such circumstances. When the mind is free and not distracted. When I can think and ponder and create uninterrupted.

In reality, I mowed the lawn and grilled some tasty vegan brats. I wrote, I drew and I sat in complete silence. I talked to my parents, pulled some weeds played @splinterlands. ... and just now I remembered to put the clothes in the dryer.

And, as I type these words, with maybe two hours left of my time alone, I am listening to the coffee maker brew a cup of Hazelnut coffee. I am poised in front of the computer ready to explore The Hive community, again, in silence. (I may or may not be in my underwear:-) _

It's these days, the one I can spend alone, that I can appreciate just being. I would love to have more days alone, not because I want to be away from my family, but because I so seldom get to be truly alone for more than an hour. Life has become so busy and filled that I must squeeze every last moment of silence and isolation I can before it's gone.

Silence is truly golden... Until it's not :-)

Have a good weekend Hive.

~Meditations~