Have you ever felt surrounded by an eerie vacuum or silent void? Is it a feeling of emptiness? Is it a lack of direction or purpose? Or might this feeling be resulting from boredom?
When I was intensely busy with teaching, raising a family and supporting my aging parents, these feelings happened rarely. When they did erupt it was usually during a long weekend or holiday. Now, six years after retiring, moving four times (the first move was across Canada), plus dealing with the isolation imposed by the pandemic, I’ve experienced this quiet.
At times, I’ve welcomed the gentle meditative calm of no expectations, no stimulation and freedom. Then, the freedom of time and thought gradually expands like an inflating balloon. With each breath, one idea begets another, growing energy while anticipation of new connections and creativity seeds direction, imagination, and the desire to transform the dream into reality.