While we are in a state park on the beach, it is a bit noisy here. While the campground is full of retirees and not party animals, we are at the end of the runway of Myrtle Beach airport. The flights aren’t frequent and do seem to have reasonable curfew hours, but the planes are low enough that I can tell you that Delta, Continental, US Airairways and some random no-name airlines fly here on a regular basis (we actually drove through the airport yesterday — Camille’s navigating skills still need some work.). Plus there are noisy military jets flying low. And fireworks.
But when the planes aren’t overhead, I can hear the birds. And the wind. And the waves. And I like it.
But most of all, the silence is from within. I’m not rushing around trying to get a million things done. Even yesterday, we were at Target and I felt rich in that I had time to slowly go from aisle to aisle instead of rushing around trying to get as much done as quickly as possible. Perhaps this is one of the reasons I like to travel so much — it gives me the freedom to put my to-do list on hold and just live in the moment.
Is there a way to carry this over to while I’m at home? Can I find such peace and silence when not on the road? I keep thinking, when I get this to-do list conquered, then I’ll have that peace, but I never seem to conquer that list. Maybe I need to come up with some other way. I will try to lessen my load and find more silence everyday. And also eat more blueberries.
