A Quiet Place: Finding Time to Truly Rest

As I have grown older I've slowed down a great deal. I am not as inclined to get out as much as I did even just a few years ago. Even so, I still enjoy moments of solitude. I suppose one of the best attributes of reaching retirement age is learning to appreciate how to slow down and absorb the benefits of just simply being quiet.

Oh, I still manage to get out and I still long for those times afield whether it be drifting in a canoe on still waters during a Kentucky summer morning, or maybe standing alone on the edge of a trout stream to cast a line in anticipation of a sudden strike. I especially enjoy the anticipation of waiting for that photographic moment as nature presents itself in all of her glory. It is important to make time for such moments to prevent growing too stale or complacent in your life.

I have succumb to the temptation of just staying in far too many times, but somewhere down deep inside of me that young boy who romped and stomped, hiked and fished, camped and floated, still lingers. Eventually, like the morning mist, he rises from his doldrums and steps out to rediscover the pleasures of such things...certainly at a slower pace now...but he does manage to rekindle that adventurous spirit back to life from time to time.

Sometimes I simply make the short hike out to the pond located on the east end of one of the many cornfields that surrounds us. Been there dozens of times, but I always enjoy the sights, sounds, and aroma that hovers around that place. A good quiet location is not devoid of noise, it's just filled with high quality natural sound. Birds certainly add their song to the symphony orchestrated across the landscape, as does the wind as it searches for the tops of trees. There is probably no finer melody than a breeze stroking the leaves and branches like natural musical chimes. On a summer day, to lie down under a shade and simply listen to the song of a breeze chases away a good many distractions, at least for the moment.

One of my favorite places to visit is the Tallgrass Prairie Preserve in Northern Oklahoma. It's far enough away from where I now live I am only rarely able to make the trip over there. When I do, I seek out a few of the special places I have grown to love for the natural quiet they possess. I will hike across the prairie to rediscover those locations, then wait for a photograph to develop, but sometimes I just sit. These are special moments reserved for those who take the time and make the effort to discover them.

Morning just before a summer sunrise is my favorite time on the prairie. It is when this sea of grass awakens from its slumber and the air is still cool. The morning sounds of the prairie are filled with the best quality of gentle quiet you can discover. The birds are the first to awaken and they quickly fill the air with their songs. Sometimes a Bobwhite Quail will hop onto a rocky outcropping backlit by the rising sun, then shout out his famous baawb-white greeting. There is almost always some kind of morning dew clinging the tall grasses and wildflowers. As the morning sun elevates above the horizon, the low angle of light will reflect off of and through the dew drops turning them into a million sparkling diamonds. Then the wind rises, slowly at first as a gentle breeze but enough to synchronize the tall grass movement with its pulse of the morning. The moisture laden dew drops fall like a mini rain dance when the grasses dance in the wind. As the grasses move, they generate a hushed whisper, like a subtle message...you can hear its words as it calls the morning to order.

As the early hours progress, a hawk might arch overhead and add his defiant screech to the morning. In the distance a herd of bison begins to stir and regroup for their migration across the prairie to another feeding ground. Their low guttural mumble blends with the morning quiet and the new seasons calves prance in playful joy to the awakening morning.

By mid-morning the sun is full up filling the sky with a brilliant blue and bathing the prairie in a summer warmth. Sometimes a thin mist will linger across a distant ravine adding another layer of intrigue to the scene. I will often take this time to just sit under the shade of an isolated eastern cedar tree that somehow clings to life anchored to the edge of a rocky arroyo. With some luck a family of coyotes might climb out of their den and bring their pups into the day.

A real treat is to see the beautiful Sissortail-Flycatcher...Oklahoma's state bird. They are colored with a delicate gray underneath and darker across the back, then accented with a pale splash of orange on their sides. They flitter here and there resting on a tall stem or perching on a remnant piece of fence. They are rare east of the Mississippi, but common across the heartland of the country.

Time finds a way to drift quickly across the prairie, and far too soon your day afield comes to an end, but not before you witness one of the legendary prairie sunsets where the sky turns golden and the summer breeze begins to calm down. I have often sat breathless atop a shallow rocky knoll to watch the day roll toward another slumber. Often I will simply allow the time to drift away like the sun as it settles behind a distant hill...and just watch. The prairie offers the finest of quiet.

To find a quiet place is a gift we owe ourselves. To enjoy a quiet place is a special gift from God. I'm sure he meant for us to experience moments such as these in such places. I'll be heading back that way soon to not only rediscover some quiet time, but to capture the essence of what it means in a video. The prairie possesses a song, a Prairie Song...one composed to offer and then provide a quiet place to rest.