IT'S BEEN ALMOST 18 MONTHS SINCE I MOVED OUT OF NASHVILLE and into a good friend's guest quarters outside White Bluff, Tennessee. We are great friends and housemates. In addition, we are in a totally on the up-and-up relationship. It's great fun most of the time, economical and safe for living in the country. I never, ever want to move back into the city, and fortunately, to this point, am very welcome in the quarters I inhabit ( though we all know, living with other humanoids is often stressful.) I own a lot in a development nearby that I could build on. Nothing interests me less.
But here's the thing: I have to listen to WSM am really loud from the time my housemate wakes up until I leave---flee---the house. No amount of closed doors between us muffles the sounds completely. Early morning is when I pray, used to think and blog. At this point, I often feel mentally frazzled, before the sun comes up. Some people love background noise and music all the time, others, like me, love the sound of silence. I don't understand the need for so much noise. Silent, is where creativity and gratefulness emerge for me.
The other thing is that my smart phone is taking the place of my computer which often lies fallow in the midst of early morning country music. I now do quick Internet surveys of my favorite sites on my phone. I sometimes drop a quick comment from my phone, then flee the house to the gym, grocery store or post office.
All this adds up to a loss of ability and interest in writing, thinking and blogging. I don't like it---it's definitely a new and different chapter in my life, for better or worse---as I weigh the pros and cons of living in community, albeit it louder community, as the days and months of winter move on.
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