Finding That Quiet Place

Stochasticity:  the quality of lacking any predictable order or plan - new word for me, too!  A twenty dollar word that most of us know as intrusion, racket, or confusion.  It is doggone hard to find a place like the photo on the left, right?  This was taken in Colorado and not a thing was moving at that moment.  It was as quiet and peaceful as a disciple.   Follow downward to be lifted upward.



This photo is of Boyce Thompson Canyon, 60 miles SE of Phoenix.  We like to go there because its backdrop is both majestic and tranquil.  Actually, very few people visit this area.  It is off the beaten path, yet worth the drive to stroll through its canyons, creeks, and valleys of eucalyptus and palm trees.  It is a departure from a rattling world.      






 When we think of a soft and restful place, our memories travel to the Rhein River, where foot paths and strollers with their quiet conversations keep company.
It is a calm river today and stopping by for a visit hushes up agitation from the world.                                                

This photo does not portray opulence. It is a photo of a balcony overlooking a small courtyard in Ambato, Ecuador.   It was consoling here and the rain bouncing off the tile roofs crowded out all crusades and causes and campaigns.
"Stop.  Come sit down and have something warm to drink."  Rest for a while.  This is a place to reason and think it through.

Thinner air and cooler temperatures were worth the long walk to reach this spot inside a national park in Costa Rica.  There were benches at the top, and when we took a seat, it was as quiet as the fog.
The smell of fresh wetness and stillness invaded our surroundings and the solace did not cost anything except to sit down and settle down.  We had found another quiet place that was as comfortable as a warm bowl of soup.

Adriatic Sea, Croatia

Every one of us, at one time or another in our lives, look for that quiet place.  There are times when we may need to distance technology, fold our hands and become static. This is not because something beggarly or ignoble has happened to us.  More often than not, it may be to celebrate something so providentially descent that has unfolded in our lives that all we can do is quit and sit.  We hear our own breath and for a good reason.  This is when we can reflect on the problem solved or the problem to be solved.  

Quiet places are free.  They do not need to be near flowing water or a crashing sea or a manicured garden.  They can be in our favorite chair at home or in a nearby park or even in the bathroom (many a Mom has found solace there)!

So, we frequently inquire, what if I am unable to find a quiet place?  I do need to turn off and tune out the world.
Create one.

She did.


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