It’s a no device day as soon as I finish my morning “coffee”. I love my cell phone. In fact, I was one of the first people to get one. Best buy sold them. They cost $450, which in that time was a lot of money. You just went and picked a phone. It was easy, streamlined, less choices. They were heavy, big, ugly and only had one function: a phone and had spotty reception at that.
I was just starting my errand business and I would take it everywhere with me. I had also just started dating Aaron and I remember him laughing at me. Like “who do you think you are, a doctor?”. At that time doctors and drug dealers wore mostly pagers and these were quite popular still, in general. While cell phones were still mostly movie prop material.
So my love affair is real and long lasting and I’m sure it will never fade, but like all love affairs distance sometimes makes the heart grow fonder and allows me to step outside of my routine.
Today as I stood in silence in the kitchen, where I’d normally be playing music on my phone, I stared at the water boiling in the pot. I saw how violent the mechanics of boiling seemed. I asked the water, quite cheek in tongue, how do you feel about this? The water responded quite humbly and succinctly that while the process itself was arduous, that it was the catalyst for its metamorphosis and it much preferred this to stagnation, which it absolutely loathed.
I love water. I love water so much. Not just because it is necessary. Not just because our bodies are mostly composed of it. Not just because it is so beautiful and multi-purpose. I love water for its healing properties and its transformation on this planet and how it touches every part of this earth in some way; directly or indirectly.
Water to me is the most beautiful element in the world and truly the most valuable. I’ll take a life of having continual and easy access to clean, pure water over having access to all the riches of the world. If these were mutually exclusive which I know they aren’t, and I recognize that those are not my real options. Lol
I always thought people don’t like silence because they don’t like the thoughts in their own heads. Because they can’t quiet the monkeys and their own thoughts become like torture devices, making them feel unsafe. I used to be there, so I understand that well. But……
thoughts like feelings are fleeting. They have their own agenda and you don’t have to latch on to them. Sometimes a thought will pop in my head that I don’t like and I’m like “wow, well…..that’s a thought” and I let it go. I move on. Just because it wants my attention doesn’t mean I have to give it and much like an unruly child eventually it will get tired, lose interest and go away. The better you get at dismissing it, the stronger you get, the less these things have control over you and your inside world becomes your haven instead of your hell.
In the quiet of the night is the best place to see yourself. But I’m enjoying the quiet of the day too and what that brings. Like conversations with water. Who knew? 🤣😉❣️