And The Night Returns
I walked out this evening and stared at the night sky. I thought that I might be able to catch the remnants of Perseid, but perhaps not. Nevertheless, the stars were twinkling with random brightness in the inky blackness of the Appalachian sky. I could hear a distant owl hooting his call, to be answered in a moment by another. Such peaceful tranquility.
This is my time. The night has returned to me like a long lost friend, to set me free in waves of free form thought and creativity, without interruption or disturbance. This is my time to put my thoughts down, to create, to leave something for my descendants to someday read and know what I was like back then. It is my time to ponder the “what if’s” and the “whens” of my life.
How long will I live? What all will I have experienced in my life by the time I draw my last breath? How much of it did I write about? Would I live long enough to see The Soft Rains?
There is so much going on in life nowadays, good and not so good. Our days are cluttered and muddled over with so much muck that our brains just don’t have the time to settle down and “re-boot” if you will. We have deadlines, family emergencies, and appointments to keep, and loved ones to care for. But who cares for us? We have to look out for ourselves. We have to find that “laughing place” or a peaceful spot of solitude that is all our own, to sit and think and chill for awhile.
My place is in time. Night time.
“When the night returns just like a friend
When the evening comes to set me free
When the quiet hours that wait beyond the day make
Peaceful sounds in me.”
All of us, at one time or another need to step back and look at life for a moment. A long moment. We need to assess our existence and nudge it accordingly. We need to take quiet times to adjust our level of sanity, lest we lose it all and live with regrets. We need to find our time, our space, our place and our go to point when the world becomes overwhelming and overbearing.
We all know what we want and what we expect out of life for ourselves. If we don’t act on it, we have only ourselves to blame. It is never too late, and you are never too old.
I bid you peace.
©2012 By Del Banks
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