One thing I have sought in simplifying my life is more room for stillness--stillness meaning "quiet" and also "rest," the rest from being in constant motion. Sitting and listening. Reading, but also taking breaks from reading just to look around, to listen.
now the trees are shading our lawn, but the sun makes the upper layers
of the leaves and pine needles glow. The birds are conversing with their
own twitters and cheeps. A few insects fly about. There is no wind. The
sun hits the prism in my window and paints rainbows on the walls. The
scent of pine needles wafts in through the open windows. In the
background, a commuter train goes by, and a child across the street
Now a breeze ruffles the leaves on a tree branch outside
the window. Car doors slam; the child has stopped crying. Rectangles of
sunlight lie on the floor.