Being Still

It’s been a busy few weeks what with one thing and another. My mind has been craving peace and quiet without much success. It is like there is a noisy party going on in my head and I’ve not been invited or I am sitting in the corner trying to drown out the noise just waiting for everyone to go home. Last night I found some of the stillness I had been in dire need of.

It is amazing how peaceful and still a hospital can be once the hum of patients and visitors alike has died away and all that remains are those who are there for the overnight shift. I was surprised just how quiet it was despite the constant bleeping of pressure mattress machines that just never seem to be fault free. My post from a few months ago regarding “In the quiet the mind stirs” seems to be quite apt at the moment. It took the stillness of the midnight hour to finally calm my thoughts. The calm amidst the storm of every day life seemed to recharge my muse. My thoughts shifted back to my stories, the worlds created in my mind that have been a bit like ghost towns these last few weeks.

Have you ever seen the film of the Phantom of the Opera and that wonderful scene where the dust that covered the long since forgotten theatre is removed and it is restored to life to retell it’s story? This is how it felt. The dust has started to lift. The streets are beginning to be filled with people again. I can only hope that they are not drowned out by everyday life again before I can finish their tales.