Tranquillity is all about context – what we take heed of and what we don’t.
A recent ‘escaping’ Sabbath—one I take every three months or so—was just what the doctor ordered. My plan made the previous day was mapped out quite meticulously, but being in the moment always necessitates some last minute changes.
As I arrived at the little serene jetty not far from the central business district of the city I live in I realised that the noise of the nearby freeway was just not on. In went some headphones and on went the worship music; voilà!
The view back over our shoulder—as we head out on our jetties-of-serenity—is ugly. The view forward, however, is beauty. Sure, screening out the freeway noise was critical, but tranquillity is more.
It’s about where are heads and our hearts are.
In these moments of existence in the macrocosm of life we not only feel small and perfectly irrelevant—able to escape the attention and notice of everyone and everything—we’re totally at home with our intrinsic selves, and then the rebuild begins!
© 2010 S. J. Wickham.