In the community where we have a little getaway in the woods, the streets are a mixture of gravel, clay, and stone. Walking these roads sounds like the Spartans approaching the gates of Athens. The crunch, crunch, crunch of each step is at odds with the peace and tranquility of the surrounding forests.
Luckily, many areas along the roads are coated with pine needles, making footsteps almost inaudible. That makes me happy, allowing me to hear the sounds of birds and other woodland creatures.
It’s a good metaphor for life in Chapter X. I seek out ways of softening my path that allow me to hear better and reduce distractions from the noise that fills our internal and external lives. The quiet is an infusion of peace and an opportunity for clarity.
How do you drown out the noise?
Is that a “thing” for you?
