Since cleaning was, and had to be, on the agenda I used the time to do alot of mental exploration. In that exploration I thought of the vast differences of what Saturday's use to be when I had to deal with my nemesis. Like any other time at the 5 Story House, there is ALWAYS music playing somewhere. I live my life to my music. As the kids grew and started to discover their own personal tastes in the art, I may have had to sacrifice mine for theirs as to not confuse my brain. Even with my always faithful songs in the background there is quietness to be enjoyed. I thought it so very ironic that even with that constant hum of 'the soundtrack of our lives' playing, I considered it quietness.
I then thought about the voices of the kids when they were small and would be somewhere, either inside or out, that I found quietness in that. Now I guess their voices have been replaced with the clicking of Mildred-Edith's toenails on the floor or the jingle of MacBeth's tags, and the gentle snoring of Shiva. There is a quiet-ness that perhaps only I notice.
As a small child I suffered through way too many ear infections to count and as a result I might spend weeks on end not being able to hear anything accept my own breathing. I can remember wondering if that was what it was like to be truly deaf. I would see everyone around me laughing at something on tv, but I truly had no clue what it was because I could not hear it. At the age of 19 I had my first set of tubes in my ears and the night after the procedure I heard a rumble. I could not tell what it was or where it was coming from so I had to ask JW. He asked if I had never heard it. He went onto explain that it was an airplane overhead. I never had heard that. To this day I still have some hearing loss due to the infections and I have different tubes now...thanks to photographing preschoolers and staying sick all of the time.
I guess that my quietness now includes everyday sounds because I so fear losing that gift. The dictionary defines quietness as the property of making no sound or the absence of sound; silence or hush; the absence of disturbance; calm, stillness or serenity. Kelly's definition of quietness would be those times when the music is on and I have the warmth of my memories to keep me company. I believe that in that quietness I have such great mental conversations with God...and sometime verbal. There's nothing there to inhibit what I need to say or know from Him.
My personal prayer tonight is "Thank you God for the quietness of my Saturday. Thank you for the gift of my hearing. Thank you for the people that make the music, for the sounds that fill our house, for the strength to overcome the 'kryptonite', but most of all, for the wonderful time we have spent together today."
Smiles!
I've added a special picture from my world to this entry. God truly is blessing me and I want to share this particular one. This is little Hayden Len Grubbs. I had the wonderful opportunity to photograph his mom and dad before he was born and here he is a couple of months old. This image was take last Saturday, 8/21.
Can you tell Daddy is a firefighter?
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