The temperate rainforests of southern Australia can be very peaceful places. The vegetation dampens the noises from further afield so that time can be spent listening to the birds, the waterfalls and the breeze in the higher branches.
Forests are places to find fresh air and are a lush contrast to suburbia. My neighbours still include a drunk drummer (previously referred to in this blog as an inebriated percussionist). My husband, the angel one, and I have both previously studied percussion and know that before competence is reached it is sensible, and considerate, to use practice pads.
From our neighbourhood experiences, we now prefer music without overt percussion. We either like to have a silent house, without musical recordings, or we listen to harmonious music, with melodies with enough complexity to avoid them going around and around in our heads.
I find that I remember a simple melody after just one hearing, and it soon becomes annoying. Do you consider catchy tunes to be a form of psychological torture? Do you think they prevent people from thinking in depth and with meaning?
Perhaps some of our neighbours never experience any times of silence. They may not even hear the idiotic drivers who regularly roar down the road at excessive speed. Televisions and air conditioning systems block out the real world.
The forest, on the other hand, can be a place away from vehicles. Getting there in the first place is the biggest challenge.
Is your mind like a forest or is it more like a busy road or a television set? Is your mind vibrant and healthy or is it clogged and polluted? What about your life?
The life I choose is like a gentle pathway through a forest, gradually revealing a beautiful, interrelated world as I travel onwards.
Sometimes, though, I can hear a chainsaw.