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Refreshing The Mind

Ofttimes I feel a need for some quiet time. Just some time and space to myself. No thoughts of lists & deadlines, no worrying, no thinking...

Amazingly, when I first tried doing this, it was very difficult for I had become so used to filling my mind with 'noise'. The noise of the world I live in... but after a while, it became easier. Some people learn to silence their minds through meditation. I do it by listening to prayer and music, such as the ones below... can't really achieve total silence, can I?

Listening to prayers or music for a short while is like refreshing the mind... taking a step out of the crazy world I live in and going into a world of tranquility. Then after an hour or two, I feel ready to return to the craziness again.

Sleepsong by Secret Garden



The Promise by Secret Garden

Comments

hobbit1964 said…
:)
Some of us are actually the embodiment of Donkey from Shrek.
We just CAN'T wind down. If nobody talks, we talk to ourselves.
So if the noise floor is high, I guess you could mantrically hum "On The Road Again".

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