Rediscovering Peace and Art

I contemplate a landscape and wonder "where is it?". I'm peaceful, relaxed, inspired. The details in the branches and leaves. The smoke coming from the chimney of a family's house. I sense the wind. Or hear the silence. I'm seated on the grass floor and look forward into the horizon. The smoothness of nature's colors is breathtaking. Sun is rising and a new morning begins. Listen to the song of birds, the freshness of the surrounding air. Everything leads me to an unexpected immersion into the landscape. I'm part of it. I'm nature's eyes. Then... I stop looking at William Turner's painting and get back to reality.

The city's noise and colors are so different. We're often fixing something in some building or street. The noise of engines is always present. We spent most of the daytime in our lives inside buildings. Kids enjoy watching TV during vacation. And unless we convince them that reading is like entering new worlds... cartoons will most likely dominate the sound at home. Going outside always means getting into an elevator and face a street build of stones and asphalt. Is this bad? No. It's just different. But admiring a painting, reading a book, allows a profound experience. We "see" through the artist's eyes. This makes us experience being somewhere else using the eyes of mind.

Consciousness, imagining and thinking are part of how we're made of as human beings. Sometimes we're so occupied that we lean to forget it. It's time to rediscover these values. Time to find simple ways to make a peaceful experience of inner silence. Who's knows if something creative emerges? No worries. This experience is not meant to be productive, but reflective. Doesn't waste our time, but allows us to rediscover it. The turmoils in our heart ameliorate and at last we rediscover peace.