A quiet moment. Did you already have your quiet moment, month, year or decade?
Did you recognize the peace, the calm, and incident-free period when it occurred?
Did you feel it – fully?
Did you congratulate yourself that your efforts were keeping everything in check? Did you think, “That’s just the way things are for me?” Were you aware enough to savor the quiet, the peace and the lack of crap?
Was there a time when there were no upheavals in your life? No friends moving, jobs ending, relationships imploding, or children misbehaving?
Were there times when nothing changed in your vista – none of your favorite stores closed, familiar houses or buildings demolished?
Do you remember the time when you could do all that was asked of you, all that you wanted to do without blinking, thinking or pausing to consider that you were capable and things would work out?
Did you ever feel completely safe – nothing bad happening to your water, your food or in your ‘hood?
Was there a moment, a month, a year or a decade when there were no deaths or serious illnesses of people close to you?
The poets and lyricists record:
Do you remember the time, when we fell in love? Do you remember the time, when we first met, girl? (Michael Jackson)
“Mama, Mama. Tell us about when you was a girl. Tell us one of them stories about the olden day.” From children’s book, The Times They Used to Be by Lucille Clifton
If I could touch the past just once again, the strange things inside me would be settled. (Candelaria Silva)
“Turn! Turn! Turn: To Everything There is A Season (Words adapted from the Book of Ecclesiastes by Pete Seeger, music by Pete Seeger, performed by Mr. Seeger and later, The Byrds)
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it’s not too late!
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If this is your quiet, savor it and bask in it; store it so that you can recall it in times of pain, change and uncertainty.
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