Sunday, August 12, 2007

Be Still

Sipping a cup of coffee early Sunday morning, I was able to appreciate the quietness of the house. In the stillness of things, one can even hear the ticking of the clock and the sound the air pump makes in our aquarium. Some people gets uneasy with a house being so quiet but in that exact moment, I found comfort in what the silence offered.

Maybe it's because our house is normally noisy with kids around. You see, our household starts early during weekdays getting everybody ready for school. Then the day is filled up with errands and work that needs to be done. Dinners are much busier with everybody trying to do their own stuff, asking the older kids to attend to their homework, helping the little ones with their personal needs and with the TV blaring in the living room.

Often, in the rush of doing things and trying to get things done, we forget that we need to be still, not to move and not to talk for a few minutes. It is in being quiet that you can only hear yourself and will be able to accomplish more.

So, my friend, just when things are beginning to get crazy and you're confused, try to BE STILL.

1 comment:

Kat said...

A very good blog...

When I'm stressed out or racing against things... I take solace reading this poem, which I like a lot...

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.