Sitting by a body of water reading a book, allowing a tiny breeze of fresh air, brush past your cheeks.
Soft tapping of rain fall in the morning, freshly brewed coffee in hand.
Soft rhythm of acoustic music while you hum the tunes.
Meditating for 10 minutes. Or more.
Simple things in life that seems so precious in our fast paced reality. Living in the middle of the city really gives one the feel of life moving around you. The stillness of nature is nowhere to be felt. The silence of the wind is overpowered by sirens and beeping. Luckily Wellington isn’t as crazy as other cities, but it still has its quirks that makes it busy and packed.
I love living in the middle of life. It makes me feel less alone. But my other self still craves the natural noise of nature. White noise, as some would call it. The bubbling of water at the foot of a water fall, the chirping of singing birds, the whistle of the wind, the crunching of leaves against your feet. While all I have to do is stay still and take it in. Oh how I crave it so.
Alas, it does take a bit of planning around life for it to happen. I haven’t learned to balance my time. I seem to not do anything for months, and then here I am, afraid to hit pause in life. I crave it, but I’m scared to I might fall in love with it.
Funny how something so sweet and precious can be so scary.
