I love calm. Don't get me wrong - it's fun hearing the rain on the roof, running from the car to seek shelter from storm.
I love the calmness of familiarity, of treating others how you want to be treated. Those fun, stand back and take it all in moments that conjure inner smile.
To have shared the boat-ride of life on a turbulent sea - with finally that rewarding glance when calm hits.
Calm always beats vituperation. Calm is that over-the-counter antidote we use to seek/remind "just calm down."
Calm is a hound chasing a ball, a teammate's smile after an awesome play - the potion that radiates a gathering of friends after the last in line has been thru the buffet and all are seated.
Calm is awakening from slumber - closing the eyes for a moment to say "thanks for another day."
Calm is audial - or course during silence, but too, to the conversation of friends, loved ones, and even thru the amp of a band, the CD in car, Pandora on the porch.
Calm is nothingness yielding everything. Calm reminds "it's not so bad, times always get better."
I've demonstrated being pretty good at sitting, doing nothing, yet it's those times, moments of reflection, appreciation that rejuvenate the soul to march on.
Forecast for life: calm, with intermittent showers, snowstorms, hot, cold, gale force winds, drought, flooding, calamity, loss - all viewed from the easy chair of calm.
Beats the alternative. Love, peace and soul: calm.
