Pandemonium (pan-duh-moh-nee-uh m) - The dictionaries define the word as “wild uproar or unrestrained disorder; tumult or chaos”.
A word that illustrates the state of my thoughts when the brain won’t engage and focus on one subject. The result? Untouched notebook pages and blank stares directed to the computer screen. Unwritten words silenced by untidiness and lack of harmony.
It is times like this that I need to regroup and find my balance again. I look to the things that bring me a sense of calm, a feeling of peace, a connection. A place where I am able to seek out the soul within.
The passage form pandemonium to tranquility travels down a gravel road. Miles from the gyrating urban sounds. Eerie morning darkness gives way to a wakening world. Silence of the night comes alive with the sound of birds. Soothing babble of water moving over rocks interrupted by the occasional splashing of animals crossing its shallow depths. A breeze takes the consciousness soaring to impending heights of clarity while the sun rises slowly to bathe the land in gold.
The day has begun and so has the return of the vision. Reticent thoughts start to clear of their hodgepodge state. The paper welcomes the company of the pencil. The words flow once more.
The spirit of Mother Nature is strong and healing.
Where do you go to reconnect with your inner self?
A word that illustrates the state of my thoughts when the brain won’t engage and focus on one subject. The result? Untouched notebook pages and blank stares directed to the computer screen. Unwritten words silenced by untidiness and lack of harmony.
It is times like this that I need to regroup and find my balance again. I look to the things that bring me a sense of calm, a feeling of peace, a connection. A place where I am able to seek out the soul within.
The passage form pandemonium to tranquility travels down a gravel road. Miles from the gyrating urban sounds. Eerie morning darkness gives way to a wakening world. Silence of the night comes alive with the sound of birds. Soothing babble of water moving over rocks interrupted by the occasional splashing of animals crossing its shallow depths. A breeze takes the consciousness soaring to impending heights of clarity while the sun rises slowly to bathe the land in gold.
The day has begun and so has the return of the vision. Reticent thoughts start to clear of their hodgepodge state. The paper welcomes the company of the pencil. The words flow once more.
The spirit of Mother Nature is strong and healing.
Where do you go to reconnect with your inner self?
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