“Each life needs its own quiet place.” ~ Melody Beattie
Peace. Tranquility. Calmness. That’s the pleasant path that word takes me down. This past week, the photo challenge theme has been this word. Serenity.
If serenity were a place, where would it be?
For some, it might be seaside. Basking in the sun on a sandy beach somewhere with the steady rhythmic roar of ocean waves lolling you to sleep.
For others, it might be standing on a mountain top after a long, strenuous climb just soaking in a magnificent view around you.
Still others might find serenity in the midst of a deep wooded forest surrounded by grand towering trees where the only sound might be the gentle rustle of leaves when a whisper of wind comes along.
Maybe serenity is found in your own backyard garden or thousands of miles away at your favorite vacation destination. Serenity might not even be a real place but instead a spot that only exists in your imagination.
It started snowing this week, enough to accumulate a bit. We haven’t had a lot of snow this winter season so far, not like some years. Of course, winter isn’t ready to call it quits just yet. Some of our biggest snowfalls in the last few years have descended upon us in February.
But snow silently falling on everything in sight gives me a peaceful feeling. I love to watch snowflakes dance through the brisk, cold air and flit and float until they cover the world with that blanket of white. I love to catch snowflakes and quickly inspect them to see if I can distinguish each different design before they melt from the heat of my outstretched, gloved hand.
There’s no doubt about it. While some folks despise winter, I find solace in it. I find peace. I find tranquility.
Yes, I think you can find serenity in a season. And for me, it’s winter. Slowing down and hibernating a bit when the air turns cold brings a sense of peace. A snowfall can turn a noisy, bustling day into one of quiet and solitude, temporarily bringing the craziness of life to a halt.
So can taking a peaceful walk on a snowy winter afternoon or evening, whether it’s here at my country home, down a wooded path, or even in a suburban neighborhood.
Serenity is where you find it. I find it in prayer. I find it in silence. I find it even in the dead of winter.
What about you? Where do you find serenity? Is it a real place or just a state of mind?
“Winter, a lingering season, is a time to gather golden moments, embark upon a sentimental journey, and enjoy every idle hour.” ~ John Boswell