Rabbiting on and on… that’s what human beings do. It never seems to end. If you’re not rabbiting with others, you’re rabbiting in your own head. An internal monologue – as if, as if your body has been invaded by some kind of tinitus alien – rattling on and on – nagging at you, speculating, remembering, fantasising, working out. And people pass with mobile phones – rabbiting away, texting, interacting – or they sit as I am doing at computer screens tapping out messages, comments, emails, blogposts. It’s never ending babble – a gabbling, jabbering word pie world. 
Give me some peace and quiet and stillness. Floating on a wave of unctuous sea water or motionless beneath it. Hanging like a paper lantern in a still night sky. Listening to the sound of blood pulsing through my veins. In such a void, time would be irrelevant. No voices nattering, squawking, tormenting. Just perfect peace stretching out for miles, quiet and empty… pure nothingness. Like a soul medicine.
Give me some peace and quiet and stillness. Floating on a wave of unctuous sea water or motionless beneath it. Hanging like a paper lantern in a still night sky. Listening to the sound of blood pulsing through my veins. In such a void, time would be irrelevant. No voices nattering, squawking, tormenting. Just perfect peace stretching out for miles, quiet and empty… pure nothingness. Like a soul medicine.
sounds like too much beer or such like to me. there's quiete & there's quiete. relax, chill..
ReplyDeleteMUDDYBOOTS - Perhaps if I lived on an east coast farm with the wind blustering in from the North Sea and the wolds to the north I might be less desirous of a bit of peace. By the way there was no beer. I might be going mad?
ReplyDeleteDown here in my patch of Devon it is completely peaceful and quiet (that's why I moved here), so you get many still moments in every day, and the babble is usually self-created (I can babble ad nauseam). I suspect most of the rabbiting in the world is because folk don't like the introspection that is the inevitable result of pure external peace - the inner rabbit can be the most disturbing of all.
ReplyDeleteYP, I hear there's a chap in the corner of a pub somewhere in Sheffield who can fix you up with something that'll give you inner peace, or alternatively a weekend in our glorious county's north riding would do the trick without the risk of getting arrestes
ReplyDeleteoh dear, YP is pissed again ;-)
ReplyDeleteNah, you'd get bored...
ReplyDeleteIt's times like these of which you speak when I long for the ocean. In melancholy, I always find solace in the waves and sand and salt air. I believe I may have to plan a day trip. Thanks for the nudge :)
ReplyDeletewhat a lovley pitcure jep
ReplyDeletehello im from derbyshire not good on computers but learning been reading your blogs nice to meet you jep
ReplyDeleteEver since I had a child, I've become overstimulated so easily. What you call "rabbiting" I call "yakking." Hmmm... both are animal-related.
ReplyDeleteNice blog. You must be a poet as well as a teacher.
ReplyDeleteThe top of Cheviot. It definitely resembles "Nothingness" as you look down over most of Northumberland's fine countryside, listening to .... well, nothing. Just don't take your mobile.
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