Originally uploaded by Alan Norsworthy
I had a Discussion yesterday:
That all invasive, never ending racket that surrounds us, day in, day out.
And how some are immune or at least have learned to ignore it the latter being more truthful I think.
Unfortunately I cannot ignore it I wish it were that easy but there is a place where 'the noise' recedes and and other more favourable noise comes to the fore.
Yesterday I stood in the Fall woods listening to the noise but
this noise was a welcome noise
This noise was natural
This noise soothes
This noise opens the mind, clears the senses and allows the muses to visit
This noise .....
... The wind high in the Fall tree's, speaking of things to come.
In its rustling there are whispers of winter winds and soft snowy days
... The brook sings with laughter and babbles off to join other brooks that will join rivers and they will head back to the sea.
And as it goes it tells tales of what was. Tales of spring when it was released from Winters icy grip and was allowed to flow, unfettered once again.
... The lowly Chickadee sings his song, a different song from the one he sings in the Spring when his world is full of promise and easy days.
.. The Blue Jay calls out a warning that nothing is permanent and the woods are changing once again.
... The squirrel clattering through the tree's and across the leaf covered ground searching, ever searching for he knows what is coming and his industry reminds me to prepare.
All this noise washes away the man made noise that fills our ears and minds. The roar of traffic is still there but is muffled beyond recognition, Mother Nature has control here and she will not let 'man' interfere.
And if you stand, silently and let her song come to you maybe, just maybe you will learn something of yourself and the world around you....
.... "It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts." ~K.T. Jong