Some of you will remember that there was a period when I lived on a rural property. For varying unhappy reasons, I had to leave that property and move back into the urban jungle. My fondest wish is to one day be able to move back to a rural environment, and call it home. Forever. I will plant a forest around my home, and live miles from the road. It will be wonderful.
I loved the peace. I loved the quiet. By quiet, I mean no machinery or vehicle noise. No hum of industry, no whoosh of cars, no noisy parties, no second-hand music… there was plenty of animal noise, but that was fine. At night, you could hear the moreporks (NZ owl) and petrels calling. Sometimes the sheep, cows and horses had a party at night, and it was quite amusing to hear them carrying on. It was a Spring thing. You would know if someone came calling because the chickens would tell you. I loved it.
I am not sure if it was just that I was feeling relaxed and happy there, or whether it was the stimulation of the natural environment I was in, or maybe both factors, but this was also the most creative time for me. Designs came to mind all the time. It was easy and natural to come up with new concepts for knitting.
Since moving into this urban place, things have been different, and more and more, I appreciate the value of peace.
I’m feeling a little over-excited today because I’ve just endured four hours of loud drilling from the neighbour from hell. Even though it’s illegal to perform construction activities on a Sunday, and even though I called the council about the noise and the activity twice today (over those four hours), nothing has been done. Talk about a bloody toothless law (or maybe the Wellington City Council just cannot be bothered to take action about this sort of thing?? If it’s illegal surely there must be action that can be taken? I have photographic proof.) And when I confronted the neighbour about it? He just laughed in my face like I was an idiot. It makes my blood boil. He’s just declared war with that action.
This situation has been going on for nearly a year now. I was very unfortunate that the neighbour put his house on the market at the same time as I moved in to this place. And the new owners decided that the garden was not good enough, put a chainsaw through the entire garden (literally), including a beautiful, large tree in the backyard. NOW he’s doing earthworks. From a technical point of view, I’m fine with the activity during working hours and on Saturday, when it is reasonable to expect people to do noisy work. But regularly on a Sunday and in the evenings after 7pm? My friends, that is going way too far. The disrespect and selfishness of this couple is indescribable.
Perhaps I might have to move. Again. But I’d rather not have to do that.
Peace. It exists on so many levels. On the grand scale, it’s when war between nations does not exist. On the smallest, personal scale, it’s the happy and balanced state of the individual. On every level, it is critical to the health and well being of people and society. It’s just a pity that it’s becoming harder and harder to find in today’s world.
Will I find the peace I crave so much? I hope so. In the meantime, it’s increasingly hard to find the mental space to create.
What would you do if you were in my shoes?