Posts Tagged ‘Quiet’



As a tribe of one, I move quietly, peacefully, to extinction.


The Road Less Travelled


“Why do you take the road less travelled?”

“Because it’s the unknown. It’s adventure. It’s challenge. And what of you?”

“I take it because it’s quiet. It’s solitude. It’s peace.”

Gardening Update

Gardening Bench

Garden Bench

The garden bench I mentioned earlier is up and running. Somewhere to sit and think. To be quiet. I’m thinking of sanding and painting it white, and then getting a multitude of coloured paints and then painting stripes, zig-zags, stickmen, suns, circles and all sorts to give it colour.
The strange extra bits sticking out are to put pots on at some point. Or something. 🙂

Solitude and Mindfullness


I think this is perhaps where I’m going. What I’m looking for. Not necessarily inner peace, although they seem to suggest the same thing to me. Perhaps they are. That I find inner peace on my own and in contemplation.
I loved the article in Psychology Today “The Call Of Solitude” by Ester Buchholz.

Solitude. One man’s story


Wow! What a great article

Path to Inner Peace


This achieving inner peace malarkey is quite hard in this day and age when one is requested (required?) to be social. Quiet please.
I need a break.



Questions, questions. So many that have moved me away from moving toward for inner peace. Time to move back to peace, quiet, calm and solitude.

Time for a 5 minute break and listen….




I’d thought about going here, to the Intercontinental Resort & Spa for the last 2 years. It seems so tranquil. A place to go and unwind from day to day life. Just me. To relax. To BE. But the thought of spending so much on a holiday would eat at my conscience, beautiful as it is. Perhaps one day.



Love some of these introvert quotes/statements.

William Wordsworth


A great poem to read every so often. Sounds blissful.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.