The still small voice

View from my porch

Have had some time out from work and toddler this afternoon. Had the luxury of going to the local park and lying on the grass.

Everything that’s going on at the moment makes me appreciate how lucky I am. That I have these moments of contentment. For someone as naturally ambitious as me it takes a lot for me to be able to switch off the internal voice and listen to the external one.

The still small voice. That quiet voice that hums throughout the natural world that is usually drowned out by our busy lives. A falling leaf, drifting clouds, dappled leaf shadows on the grass.

This sense of peace is partly how I feel when reading about Judaism. It is not the same, but I have never really had anything resembling it up until now.

The anxiety of the present I think makes these moments of peace even more potent.

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