There is a stillness and calm in my house right now that I don’t get to enjoy very often.
Slick and Mr. Wonderful have already departed for school and work, and The Caboose is still snoozing on the couch. He’s off this week for Thanksgiving break, so last night he enjoyed one of his favorite indulgences: sleeping on the couch downstairs with the dog. I sit here in my chair watching him sleep, with his best friend Perro snuggled beside him. The tapping sound of the keyboard is the only thing breaking the silence.
In a home with three boys and a dog, stillness is an elusive condition. Our normal state is kinetic, even frenetic. We never stop.
To get away from our usual hustle, we often vacation in the mountains of North Carolina, in a cabin tucked high in the mountains. I’m the lone early bird in the group, and I make it my daily habit to awaken before everyone else to take advantage of the stillness and quiet. It charges my batteries. It fuels my soul. It gives me a place to retreat to (if only in my mind) when the chaos of life overwhelms.
I keep a photo of this Happy Place in my kitchen. And even though my view right now is of a treehouse instead of these magnificent mountains, my batteries are charging in this stillness of my home.