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We got about a foot of snow here. I kept looking outside at the falling flakes and wondered where the heck my fellow Hoodling neighbors were.
No one was outside. The snow kept falling. And falling. And it was as though no one cared.
We were all tucked away in our homes without much concern as to what was happening outside - until I saw on the news that towns all around us were losing power. Then, there was a loud CRACK followed by a slow screeching noise, like fingernails down a chalkboard and finally, THUMP.
A huge tree limb in my backyard broke and scraped all the way down the house before finally reaching the ground.
Still, no one was outside. No sidewalks shoveled, no cars shoveled out. The snow was getting deeper, it was getting dark outside and everything was wonderfully silent. And I realized, everyone got to stop for a while. Stop the running around, the errands, the constant busyness that takes up so much of our life that we seldom sit still long enough to enjoy it.
We were briefly forced back to a simpler time and even I stood in my kitchen lovingly stirring a sauce for enchiladas with more care and attention than I usually have.
It makes me wonder if a more simple life isn't a better one. If
generations before us were happier without all the noise and if fifty or a hundred years ago everyone was running around saying, “If I only had the time!” “Where do you find the time?”
I guess that's why I like the nature so much. It gives you its time. It doesn't bombard you with commercialism or care what the label is on your clothing. It embraces you exactly as you are. It listens when you talk and gives you room to think. It is quietly there for you to enjoy and simply, be.
No one was outside. The snow kept falling. And falling. And it was as though no one cared.
A huge tree limb in my backyard broke and scraped all the way down the house before finally reaching the ground.
Still, no one was outside. No sidewalks shoveled, no cars shoveled out. The snow was getting deeper, it was getting dark outside and everything was wonderfully silent. And I realized, everyone got to stop for a while. Stop the running around, the errands, the constant busyness that takes up so much of our life that we seldom sit still long enough to enjoy it.
We were briefly forced back to a simpler time and even I stood in my kitchen lovingly stirring a sauce for enchiladas with more care and attention than I usually have.
generations before us were happier without all the noise and if fifty or a hundred years ago everyone was running around saying, “If I only had the time!” “Where do you find the time?”
I guess that's why I like the nature so much. It gives you its time. It doesn't bombard you with commercialism or care what the label is on your clothing. It embraces you exactly as you are. It listens when you talk and gives you room to think. It is quietly there for you to enjoy and simply, be.
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