|Joan, crossing back, towards the forested slopes of Maple Mountain.|
The world is a noisy place. Voices compete to be heard, often without any apparent regard for one another.
As for me, I am drawn to those whose voices are not the strident "clanging gongs" that annoy and disturb peace of mind. I am more comfortable with those whose more gentle demeanour promises depth and engaging conversation. To me, "gentleness" is strength under control. There's no need for a lot of "noise". Those who paddle the rivers, lakes, and oceans or run or hike on forest trails, cannot help but be humbled by the extraordinary beauty of nature. It is this experience that often leaves us "speechless"...and it is then that we can be most open to a deep and abiding appreciation of the natural world. It is then that we become convinced to dedicate ourselves to doing all that we can to care for this fragile island planet.
Just think of how the world might change if our elected leaders and "captains of industry" would come paddling with us every now and again. They might just think more about the implications of their policies...and the consequences of their noisy speeches.
Just a thought.