Monday, April 29, 2013

A sleeping house

I'm currently sitting in a quiet sleeping house.
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Ahh, the joys of major jet lag and trying to switch days and nights.

There is nothing pleasant about lying wide awake in bed knowing you really need sleep and yet being totally incapable of it.

But there is something pleasant about that moment where you get up and grab a cup of tea and sit quietly in a sleeping house.

I love that.  It is the sense of possibly, the calm before the storm.  Life will be happening here soon, but not yet.  For now I can sit quietly and think, uninterrupted.

I've learned that I like quiet and solitude. A lot.

But I like it because it recharges me.  It prepares me to face the household as it awakes, the joys and pains and bustle of daily life.

A sleeping house is special not for the peace and quiet but for the promises of activity to come.  

1 comment:

  1. Glad you're back to your sleeping house. Hope your trip was productive and blessed.