When I restore my soul with tranquility, the world feels like a better place. A more benevolent place. Perhaps it is because I am taking the moments to restore my spirit to center. Or maybe it is because I am stopping all of the doing and am focusing on being. Tranquility focuses inward. It asks me to be still and look within. To let the outside world serve as a reflection of what I have chosen. Of what I have created.
There is no real mystery here. I seek and find tranquility in the least likely places. A roadside fruit stand, the trail after it has rained, a pogo-only crowded dance floor, my drive home from work, the quiet of the house as I am shutting it down for the night, the scent of lavender as I am zipping past a neighbor’s garden on my scooter. Such simple things.
Does a weekend on a remote island help to promote feelings of tranquility? Yes. And yes. It feels so good to get away. But it also feels so good to be here. Right here. In the midst of my office with post-it notes stuck everywhere, my dog snoozing in his bed, the basket of laundry awaiting folding. It is all here. And it makes me happy to be part of a world that offers so many gifts at every little notice.