The Beauty of Silence

It's quiet in my apartment. QUIET. The kind of quiet I almost never get to experience during daylight hours. It's beautiful.

I put my six month old down to sleep a little over an hour ago, and with the exception of the time that he woke up crying, I've been relishing the blissful silence. This is because my husband took my noisy, energetic toddler to an eye doctor appointment (sadly, they're on their way home right now).

It's so quiet in the house that I immediately made myself a coffee and sat down. I don't even want to turn on my Netflix and watch some shows. It's too quiet - why should I ruin it?

I have chicken to make, cookies to bake, laundry to fold, and NONE of it is getting done, nor will it until after bedtime. I'm enjoying this too much to ruin it.

I have emails to return, lessons to learn, Hebrew to practice, and none of it is getting done. Nope. Not ruining this.

I'm just sitting here. Listening to nothing.

Closing my eyes.

Meditating on silence.

It's a beautiful thing.

My husband and coffee are my best friends

I had to take a walk today

to get away, far, far away.

My hubby said I could not stay,

just get away, so far away.

My baby refused to nap today,

instead to cry, not even play,

and so I ran, I got away,

I got away, so far away.

The sea and beach were a bus away, 

and a sharav was stuck through the next day.

Coffee was close, so I walked there

without a baby pulling my hair.

I spent five shek on coffee, didn't care

if it was too good, I didn't share.

I sat on a bench, in the heat, on the street,

Relaxed my muscles, from my neck to my feet.

I people-watched, I sipped

from my straw, heaven dripped,

until finally it was done,

I had to return to the fun.

And so I took a walk today,

back to my house, not far away,

I took the baby from hubby's arms,

and laid into baby with all my (caffeinated) charms.