Whenever you enter or leave the Residence building, there is usually someone heading in the same direction as you. To be polite, you hold the door if you can. But how often do we do that whole 'holding-the-door-while-walking' thing, where we awkwardly attempt to keep the door from closing while not bothering to stop? I pretty much do it all the time. But what's so urgent to keep me from stopping for a mere second to show some courtesy to the person behind me?
I also can't get my head around the noise that I hear all the time. Even without being aware of it, there's always some kind of background noise that stalks my subconsciousness. Construction. Emergency vehicles. TV. Radio. City traffic. Dogs barking. People talking. What's more ridiculous is how often we use to sound to block out the sound we don't want to hear! If someone's talking too loud we turn our music up higher. If the banging and clunking is overpowering the news, we turn up the volume.
These thoughts got me thinking about camp, and the peacefulness I always find there. Whether it's sitting by the lake or walking across the site, there is this sense of calm that surrounds the entire area. I don't think it's as much as a actual 'quietness' as it is more like a spiritual calm. And I'm thinking that I'll dearly miss that part of Nakamun if I don't return there this summer.
Dani.
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