A Quiet Place

How many times have I searched for a quiet place. A perfect scene. A peaceful grove.

I can remember the place that I felt most at peace, until recently.

It was a a summer camp. We had a huge log hunting lodge that was turned into a chapel, with an upstairs porch that overlooked the campsite and the bluff. It was a great place, open to the world.

I spent many nights on that porch, looking up at the cross on the hill, and seeing the stars. A quiet place many times where the worries of the day and the background noise of life would be still for a moment.

It is strange how things happen when being still, being quiet. Sounds that I never heard during the day would come alive. My senses would become sharper. The peacefulness of whispered conversation, quiet talks, and shared community seemed to happen the most then.

Now for me a quiet place is anywhere that I can tone down my mind, be still, be at peace, listen. And perhaps hear and feel and be aware of the significant moments of silence that make the rest of life richer.