Dear Yuri,
It’s quieter now.
But then again, that’s not quite true.
The sound of chatter over a cuppa with friends during weekly meet up’s. Laughter with friends. The kids squeals in the playground or yells at the football pitch have all gone.
But the sound of hello’s from friends from all corners of the world, the family group calls for special days and anniversaries, the reaching out to friends whom I haven’t spoken to in years to check on how they are and to make sure they are safe – that has been welcoming and calming.
It’s quieter now.
but then again, thats not quite true.
The noise of cars driving and builders building has been replaced by the singing of birds and the chirping of insects after the evening rain.
The hum of the frog chorus is almost deafening some nights. But it’s a therapeutic hum, a natural drone of the earth rather than a hammering attack of the banging and the drilling and the screeching that our human lives of industry and business usually make.
It’s quieter now.
But then again, thats not quite true
The constant scheduling and calendars and remembering where to be and when to drop the kids where, has relaxed and eased and we can just be still now. But the noise from the anxious words in my head, worrying about family far away, worrying about whether it’s safe to go back outside. The noise in my head from the thoughts I wish I didn’t have, the concerns that some people call foolish – that can be deafening.
It’s quieter now.
but then again, thats not quite true.