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C is for Calm

It's been so long that I'm not sure what it is anymore but I think I'm beginning to find calm. It is the feeling that allows you to find contentment in the smallest things. It does not have to be something major, it can be something as simple as a gentle breeze.

There are a number of things that have a calming effect; I look forward to being able to do them. What are they? I'll tell you in no particular order.

Walking on the beach.
Drinking a beer by a bonfire.
Sitting in front of a fireplace.
Reading a book.
Spending time alone just thinking or writing just to write.

Calm is a nice feeling, and one that has been missed the last few years. Slowly it is returning that is why C is for calm.


Comments

Anonymous said…
Agreed, extended times of calm and peace can be difficult to find in today's world. I head into the wilderness for a walk pretty much every chance I get. It refreshes me so I can return to the chaos with a clear head and patience for others. Sometimes music helps. Prayer always helps. A good book. Beer by a fire. Writing. Hey, when did I start copying your list?
Yesterday's post about balance, today's about calm-- I have come to the right place!!! Nice to meet you and I look forward to visiting you again.
Patricia said…
Calm and contentment are gifts to be treasured. Sometimes we have to be in chaos before we appreciate calm. To many it seems boring but I find it exhilarating.
Unknown said…
Peace of mind, stillness and calm are precious gifts. Nice to follow and connect
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Laurie said…
My little girl would love a walk through the woods, but the best I can do at the moment is to take her to the park this weekend.
Laurie said…
Thank you, it is nice to meet you to. Calm and peace are the goals of the current journey life has put me on.
Laurie said…
The chaos always makes me appreciate the calm more.
Laurie said…
Yes, they are and far to many people don't have them.

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