Being thankful for peaceful quiet moments, thankful for friends I can talk with, email and send greetings cards, quiet still moments, as still and quiet as a Chapel that contains a Torah scroll behind Ark cabinet doors, as still as being at a pond where there is little movement in the water, as quiet as sitting next to a flower bud and watching a bee settle on it to make honey. To be in a quiet Sanctuary, just me and G-d, to walk down the street on a quiet day when there is little automobile traffic, to sing in a hum, and to have a song in my heart that repeats and calms the body and mind.
To make all words into mantras and to have a constant meditation whether I am sitting or standing. To look out a window at treetops and to see large bird nests where baby chicks are fed and kept warm in feathers.
To not hear noise, to have no noise anywhere, to walk as on a velvet carpet, no shoes squeaking and no heels pounding.
To watch a sunset out my window, seeing the sky get redder and redder, then purple and like at a theatrical play, a curtain as a blanket of darkness overcomes everything I see, and a blackness of quiet peace closes my eyes to dream about having another peaceful day.
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