The need to quieten the hubbub has been a call felt by both of us. Leaving our phones at home, we have discovered grace.
Early one evening, we stepped out into the rain to explore the local streets. There are a few houses that are sitting empty and a smattering of ‘For Sale’ boards. Some businesses stay shuttered and the local library remains closed, yet all the gardens are in full bloom and filled with scented roses.
Yesterday evening at dusk, we went to a quiet beach with Liverpool’s skyline across the water and picked up a few shells, sea glass and worn pebbles from the sand. There were not many folks about and even the seagulls and sandpipers cried with muted calls. On our desks, the beach’s treasures now nestle in little pots.
At lunchtime today, we sat on a windswept bench, whipped by a sea-salted wind, observing the kite surfers do battle upon a choppy sea.
Our hearts took pictures.
Each time we have returned home restored, carrying a deep peace found away from noise filled technology.