Inner Peace
I was 11 years old, living with my parents and two older siblings in a four story ranch house in the middle of Hartland, when I found my inner peace. At eleven I was a quiet girl stuck living in a loud house. I would sit still and let my mind wander off into the world of endless possibilities. I would search the sky for shapes, and scavenge through the dirt for rocks, but I would never allow noise while I was working. Until one day in the middle of May when I let mind wander back a little bit farther… into the past.
The paper sits in front of me, blank, taunting me. I’m supposed to make an art goal, accomplish it and turn it in by tomorrow morning at 9. It’s 10:30 at night and I my eyes feel heavy as I struggle to keep them open. …show more content…
My mom smiles back wide-eyed, setting her purse down. Grandpa stumbles over, beer bottle in hand and a grin so wide that he struggles to keep the drink from spilling out of his mouth. I step around the mob of grandpa’s heading to greet my mom, searching for my grandma. I find her in the basement hidden behind piles of bottle caps and super glue. Her neck is bent in a 90 degree angle and her hands float over the paper. I walk over trying not to disturb her as she works. I hear laughing and yelling upstairs and my head throbs at the noise, as I yearn silence to go with the calming sway of grandma’s wrist and the tranquil melody of her hum. I inhale deeply, breathing in the sweet sound. I hear a thud and then a smashing upstairs and tighten up, squeezing my eyes shut and rubbing my temples. I look back at grandma, she sits there, still, and calm as if nothing can break her pure peacefulness. As if she has a forcefield wrapped around her letting nothing negative in that could disturb her happiness. I smile and open my …show more content…
“You go to your room young man, before you say something that you’ll regret.” My mom's voice once again rattles through the house and I hear my brothers heavy footsteps stomp up the stairs as he heads off to his room. My teeth begin to grind together sending shocks through my jaw. But then I see the shimmering forcefield of peace around my grandma throughout her life, she always taught me how to see it. Now she is gone and I have no one left to show me the peace.
When I was with her it was stronger then ever, I could have a screaming voice in my head and I wouldn’t scream back. But she as she passed that night she took it with her and now I have to find it for myself. And I have, even though I can’t use her force field, I have created my own out of my memories with her. I still sit and let my mind wander off into the world of endless possibilities. I still search the sky for shapes, and scavenge through the dirt for rocks, but I don’t need silence to be happy, because I have found my inner
I was 11 years old, living with my parents and two older siblings in a four story ranch house in the middle of Hartland, when I found my inner peace. At eleven I was a quiet girl stuck living in a loud house. I would sit still and let my mind wander off into the world of endless possibilities. I would search the sky for shapes, and scavenge through the dirt for rocks, but I would never allow noise while I was working. Until one day in the middle of May when I let mind wander back a little bit farther… into the past.
The paper sits in front of me, blank, taunting me. I’m supposed to make an art goal, accomplish it and turn it in by tomorrow morning at 9. It’s 10:30 at night and I my eyes feel heavy as I struggle to keep them open. …show more content…
My mom smiles back wide-eyed, setting her purse down. Grandpa stumbles over, beer bottle in hand and a grin so wide that he struggles to keep the drink from spilling out of his mouth. I step around the mob of grandpa’s heading to greet my mom, searching for my grandma. I find her in the basement hidden behind piles of bottle caps and super glue. Her neck is bent in a 90 degree angle and her hands float over the paper. I walk over trying not to disturb her as she works. I hear laughing and yelling upstairs and my head throbs at the noise, as I yearn silence to go with the calming sway of grandma’s wrist and the tranquil melody of her hum. I inhale deeply, breathing in the sweet sound. I hear a thud and then a smashing upstairs and tighten up, squeezing my eyes shut and rubbing my temples. I look back at grandma, she sits there, still, and calm as if nothing can break her pure peacefulness. As if she has a forcefield wrapped around her letting nothing negative in that could disturb her happiness. I smile and open my …show more content…
“You go to your room young man, before you say something that you’ll regret.” My mom's voice once again rattles through the house and I hear my brothers heavy footsteps stomp up the stairs as he heads off to his room. My teeth begin to grind together sending shocks through my jaw. But then I see the shimmering forcefield of peace around my grandma throughout her life, she always taught me how to see it. Now she is gone and I have no one left to show me the peace.
When I was with her it was stronger then ever, I could have a screaming voice in my head and I wouldn’t scream back. But she as she passed that night she took it with her and now I have to find it for myself. And I have, even though I can’t use her force field, I have created my own out of my memories with her. I still sit and let my mind wander off into the world of endless possibilities. I still search the sky for shapes, and scavenge through the dirt for rocks, but I don’t need silence to be happy, because I have found my inner