By White Feather
When the wars finally ended there was the matter of how to live in peace. This was something new which Miranda had no experience with.
Miranda had never lived in total peace before. She had never lived without the incessant noise of her mind. Silence and stillness were wonderful but it took a lot of getting used to.
She found herself laughing a lot. Whenever she came upon a situation that she had always reacted to in the past by excessive analysis and mental debate, she now realized that life was so much easier without that. Instead of reacting to circumstances she instead simply responded.
Being stuck in traffic used to drive her crazy. Now it was an opportunity to smile and relax and look around her.
And when she looked around her she saw people reacting the way she used to. And this made her laugh.
With the heavy weight of her thinking gone Miranda was able to truly start FEELING again. When she came home from work she no longer needed that beer to wind down with. And at work nothing seemed to bother her anymore, not even some of the irritating people she worked with. Before, those people pissed her off. Now they made her smile or laugh.
Occasionally, Miranda would start expecting all the noise and conflict to suddenly come back. Then, as she observed herself about to react to that expectation she would start laughing. And the expectation would dissipate into thin air.
Her husband kept asking, “What’s wrong with you? What the heck has gotten into you? Why did you change so much? And why are you laughing all the time?”
Miranda tried but she simply could not explain to him what happened to her. She could not find the words. This exasperated him further and he would throw up his hands then go to the fridge for another beer.
Once Miranda sat on a park bench for over an hour watching small children playing on the playground. When she finally left her face was actually sore from smiling and laughing so much. In the bathroom at home she looked in the mirror while touching her face with her fingers. Her facial muscles seemed to be actually getting stronger. And those faint wrinkles on her forehead appeared to be slowly going away.
Sitting in her favorite chair softly stroking the little doggie sleeping in her lap, Miranda pulled her head back to look upwards. Closing her eyes, she silently said, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
Slowly, she opened her eyes as she brought her head back to a normal position. But then abruptly she leaned her head back again to look upwards. Closing her eyes, she once again silently spoke, “Oh, and Universe, tomorrow is my day off from work. I would like an exciting adventure please.”
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