A few years ago I read an online article about quiet spaces.  It was talking about indoor spaces – you know, with comfy seating, and cozy throws, and a stack of books, a candle, a good view.  Yep, yep, and yep.  For me, that type of quiet space at the time was outdoors in the townhouse gardens, and on our livingroom couch planning more things for the townhouse gardens.  It was a different time.  It was around the time when my work life was very stressful, yet I could feel changes coming.  I fiercely guarded my Saturday mornings in the garden, sometimes starting at 3:30 am with a cup of coffee and a sit in the lawn chair right before the birds began to wake up.

Sometimes outward appearances of activity are not the “whole story”, and I “knew” I was entering one of those times.  I knew there was a tide coming in and it wasn’t feeling like it was going to be a gentle one.  We had been there a few times before.  It felt “familiar”.  I was “pondering” things in my heart.  Praying.  Seeking advice.  It was about the time right before we turned the corner into the era we are in now.

The tide did roll in, changes did begin.

Sometimes years of waiting and watching and listening are needed before the next “do” time starts.  When the “do” starts and the wind blows and props get kicked out, deep roots are essential.  Those quiet times in those quiet spaces pay maximum dividends.   Continue reading “Quiet spaces” →