(both thrifted finds)
When I was a child and teen, I could sit with my nose and mind buried in a book, in the same or adjoining room where my parents chatted, laughed, and debated with friends. I could wrap a porous barrier around myself without effort.
It only took 5 weeks (visiting family in England) but finally I slipped into inner peace. It was like eyelids closing after a long day - natural, effortless, surrender.
I've had many people, including myself in the past, say to me that peace is within. I learnt this. I know this. I live this.
However, I believe that whilst a Tibetan monk could enter deep trance in the middle of a disco, he would prefer a stream and willow tree to sit under.
I can find peace within, in the midst of family noise and craziness, and visiting obligations, and personality clashes, and city shopping.... but my choice is nature, space, simplicity, and external silence.
read: finished Maugham's collection. 4/5
taste: pave d'affinois brie
see: Woody, (Helena) & Sorvino in Mighty Aphrodite, 3/5
hear: Miss 3's screams of joy at finally getting to play with snow
think: of leaving the house at 5am and our flight back home tomorrow
feel: apprehensive relief