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The other night, I watched a mini documentary by Brian Bolster, titled Winters Watch, about a winter watchman for an old hotel off the New England coast https://vimeo.com/248249215. I was immediately impressed by the noise, or lack thereof. There was no score or music to create a mood. Instead, it's given to you whole and raw. Only the sounds of her surroundings, and her voice, as a narrator feed your aural senses. This really helps you connect with her environment, and perhaps feel a little bit of what she feels and experiences when she spends months on watch, and it made me think.
Despite the fact that one of my childhood dreams was to fulfill the role of a winter watchmen or something similar, for as long as I can remember, I've known my need for silence. Even a couple hours here and there suffices me for the most part, but then I feel the need for something more, perhaps a weekend or longer.
Our lives are so constantly filled with noise, that we scarcely realize it. Quietness becomes a void to be filled. From our waking hours, to the morning commute, all the way to the drive home, we are likely bombarded with the thoughts and influences of someone else. The truth is someone else is occupying our head space most of the time, I find that alarming.
In my repulsion to this truth I usually escape to the wilderness, to be free of outside influences. It's here where I find the fullness of silence, and here where I am reaquainted with myself again. Where I can hear my own thoughts, unhindered. Here in silence, I can, dare I say hear the very voice of God again.
Comfort- The feeling of the warmth of a fire against the cold of a desert night. The appreciation of companionship after time in loneliness. The sense of "home" after a long time away. I marvel at our sense of comfort. It's quite variable and is dependent our circumstances. If we are humble in circumstance, the sense of comfort can come from such humble things.
It's amazing to think of how much of our lives are spent in search of comfort. Marketing campaigns sooth us with visuals. Key features, in the clothing we buy for our comfort, comfortable furniture, car seats (even air conditioned car seats), high thread count Egyptian cotton sheets. I've even seen a product that was a weighted blanket who's purpose is to comfort those who need to feel something a bit heavier on them at night to feel cozy enough to sleep, even the security systems on our cars and homes give us a sense of it. You get the idea.
I find it interesting that people such as myself and many others I know, are quite deliberate in putting ourselves in situations that deny us of such modern senses of comfort. Situations that strip us down to minimalist lives. Usually in search of some other experience. The byproduct of these situations is the shift in where, and what we find comfort in. The comfort of a simple fire, the shelter of a tent, as we slip into our sleeping bags. Even food tastes better in these situations.
It has been good for my soul, to thrust myself into experiences that keep me from getting too spoiled on ideas of comfort, and and more than once it occurred to me, I think we've lost something in modernity, beyond just getting "soft". We've lost the appreciation of the experience of comfort in simplicity. I think we are better people when we appreciate more when there is less, thankful for the little things, and comfort from simple contrasts, and in the end appreciation for being able to experience comfort at all.