Quiet
Moments ©
By Michael
Casey
We all have
quiet moments, even if we have to wait until the kids are in bed asleep. As I
sit in front of the computer I can hear the sound of cars splashing or should I
say surfing through the rain. The clock is gently ticking on the shelf beside
me, as I type the sound of the keyboard overtakes the sound of the clock and I
can no longer hear it, it’s an old clunky keyboard that suits my sausage
fingers. I may put some music on in a minute but for now I’m going with the
theme to see where it will lead me.
The street
outside is empty, who wants to walk in the rain, maybe only Barry White and
Love Unlimited, which picks the music I will play in a minute or so, funny how
choices are made, a random thought leads to the music you will listen too. My
small daughter loves Barry White too, because she’s heard me play him, so she
has adopted Barry White, not literally, she is so small and Barry was so big,
but you have a mental picture in your mind now, a cartoon of a tiny child and
big Barry.
I look over
to my plant corner and I’m happy to see that my orange plant has started to bud
again, the geranium has lost its flowers but new buds have started to grow,
then there is my limy/yellow plant which is doing just fine. Totoro has left
them alone, for the moment so they should create a nice display. They say you
should look away from your screen and give your eyes a rest for at least 5
minutes every hour. I did actually go “blind” for a day about 8 years ago as I
was constantly on the computer at work controlling the high speed printers, you
can find the story in one of my books no doubt.
If you just
stop and listen it’s like being in a waiting room, the tick of the clock and
the pendulum swing, very peaceful, until you think of Miley Cyrus and her
wrecking ball. If you were in a waiting room and you started to laugh out loud
as the image came to mind people would stare at you, but you are safe you are
at home. While I think of it there is a comedy version of wrecking ball with a bearded
guy on Utube.
You scratch an
itch and it is as if every sound is
magnified, like some Art House film,
that nobody watches but wins awards, time seems to drag, it’s an illusion, time
is constant ask Einstein, but if you are all alone waiting then time appears to
drag. In my hotel days we mentioned Time on a course, with regards to guests
feeling that we were taking too long to sort a problem. So 2 people were sent to
walk to the far end of the hotel and back again. Then you had to say how long
they had been. The answer varied so much, apart for me, I knew it exactly,
because it was part of my daily security patrol, so I knew exactly how long
that walk would be.
A quiet
moment can work wonders, it gives you time to pull yourself together before you
face the world. But, you do need to fill time too or it appears to drag, as
some people thought on the course. If you fill time then people won’t realise
they are waiting, and then when they get the answer to their question they are
relaxed and less likely to complain.
Prayer is
quiet time, it’s a moment to talk to God, though lots of people don’t do that
nowadays. You can get out of the habit, or your pain is so unbearable that you
lose your Faith, or you just stop going to Church. Personally I think any kind
of conversation is a prayer no need to formalise it or to go to a building
whatever you call it.
Perhaps all you need to do is sit and listen
to the ticking of a clock, look at the beauty of the flowers in the pots, look
out the window and see the birds flying by, hear the chatter of the magpies.
Listen to the falling rain, which literally is the water of life, live one moment
at a time, for all life is divine. And then put that Barry White record on, for
God loves us Just the Way We Are.
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