A Moment Of Peace And Quiet

Peace And QuietWith the trials and tribulations of the current infrastructure changes, by lunchtime I was in need of some peace and quiet.

Fortunately, the stream behind the office is exactly the right place to find such an environment, so while others sat and ate sandwiches or wrestled with the microwave, I took several long minutes to just stand and chant in the midday sunshine.

With all the summer foliage still standing, it’s perfect to hide myself away, watch the quiet waters flow past, and let my mind find its equilibrium as the trials and tribulations of the day drifted away with the lazy current.

If we are to deal with the challenges of every day life, it is important to take a deep breath, to inhale the quieter side of life, and release the stress that builds up inside. Next time you find yourself feeling agitated, stressed out, or getting submerged beneath the everyday strains that life puts upon us, find a quite spot, take time to stand still and just let those anxieties drift away.

Far from being a waste of time, they may be the most important minutes of your day.

A Love That Will Never Die

The Secret Piano - Alexis FfrenchA parcel arrived at work today, and in it was an amazing little gizmo, an Apple TV module. It allows me to stream my photos, videos and my music, wirelessly from my iPad or my PC straight to my TV and my home cinema system.

So I’ve spend a wonderful evening looking through my photo albums, whilst listening to Earl Klugh, Pink Floyd, Alison Moyet, Alexis Ffrench and many others in stunning surround sound.

It’s only when you really sit and listen to music you love, some that hasn’t been played for many years, that you realise what power it has to lift your spirits and gladden your heart. So whilst I dislike the marketing strategy of Apple, with their restrictive practices and all, I am delighted with my new acquisition, and I’m sure it will be worth its weight in gold.

Beautifully Quiet

In Flanders FieldsAt the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, of the eleventh year of this century, Ringwood stopped for a reverential two minutes to remember the dead of two world wars and subsequent conflicts. It was truly moving.

The office was quiet, everyone was deep in contemplation, but I was determined not to be disturbed by an errant phone call or the ping of an incoming email, so I went out into the car park alone and watched the stream slide slowly, silently by.

All a bit melodramatic you might think, but if we can’t spare two minutes out of a whole year, there really is no hope for us as a nation. It really was very quiet. A memorial service was being held at the war memorial and at eleven o’clock they fired a cannon to signify the start of the silence.

The boom startled a large flock of starlings in the flood plain on the other side of the Bickley Mill stream and they rose and fell as they wheeled across a grey and rather sad sky. And as I watched them, I noticed that I was peering through loops of barbed wire atop the perimeter fence. Rather fitting for such an occasion.

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