Sitting at my dining room table working on some things, I heard the birds outside, my bird inside crunching on his pellets, the occasional car passing by and the ever-present Weather Channel on low in the living room. Although I am home a good part of the time, I keep busy and don’t really notice the soundtrack of my daily life.
I’m guessing you don’t either. Whether it’s keyboards clicking, phones ringing, babies crying, children playing, jet engines roaring, cars revving all around you on the highway, unless they require your attention, they are pushed to the back of our minds as soon as they enter our ear canals. And if we are being honest, and we always are here at SisterRain.net, if it’s not our happy place, perhaps ocean waves or the water lapping at the edge of the lake, why would we want to really hear it, anyway?
I’m not preaching here. I am as guilty of this as anyone else. And I should know better. Today I realized that hearing the seemingly mundane sounds of everyday life is a gift and not a right. I learned this the hard way. And that’s what makes sharing it with you so easy.
