#Mastodon is #calm media, part eleventy billion: I clicked on a post that completely enraged me, and returned to my timeline full of inchoate plans to write something pointlessly scathing. Immediately I saw like ten people having a nice, helpful conversation about software configurations. Lost the urge to yell and continued on with my day.
Tea, the ocean, and flowers -- all three are calming, reflective of nature's offerings, an invitation to slow down our incessant, efficient pace and simply . . . be for awhile.
Deep in the secluded forest there is silence and calm -- so much silence and calm that the ducks feel safe. This, this is what the term "green" means. It's not a political movement, it's nature's favorite color.
On the bay, they were far enough away from the city to escape the noise and bustle, but close enough to watch its endless activity. It was a good perspective, one that allowed them to observe without being distracted.
The rich blue of an autumn blue sky reflects upon the surface of the river, interspersed with reflections from the bank -- the oranges and reds and golds of the season's colors. It's quiet here, contemplative, calm. Just the place to stay awhile.
Green -- it's the color of spring, new life, light, hope, and outrageous growth. Some days, when you sit by the river and watch the water flow slowly by, you swear you can hear the grass rustling as it reaches for the sky.
On a warm summer day, she grabbed her book and headed to the park. In a quiet, isolated spot, she lay down in the grass and spent hours absorbed in a world of interest and intrigue, one that inspired thought and wonder, and not fear.
Sometimes, when we feel we have to make a choice, we actually don't have to, such as in this case: "What should I do," he wondered -- "pull a chair out to the lawn and watch the sailboats, or go sailing myself?" And the answer was obvious: why, both.
Eating: it's such a pleasure. And a privilege, considering how too many don't get enough. And yet we tend to treat eating as a chore, something to just get done at the office desk, or over the sink. It shouldn't take that much horse sense to recognize that eating is something to savor, and enjoy.
It is one of those places of profound stillness and calm where you stand at the edge and hear the wind through the trees: sometimes it keens and moans, other times it murmurs, sibilantly, in a whisper.
But it is a place of peace, where the "news" and the noise of the day have no power.
Mille Lacs was calm for a whole 45 minutes today!!