Rambling on about Escaping reality and finding my peace…

Sometimes the world feels unbearably heavy. The constant hum of screens, the barrage of falsehoods spun relentlessly into a tangled web, and the exhausting repetition of day-to-day routines can leave us gasping for air. The urge to escape is powerful—not from life itself, but from the overwhelming noise and negativity that seem to permeate every corner of existence.

The answer is simple and complex all at once: reality. Not just the tasks and responsibilities that fill my days, but the broader environment—an atmosphere thick with lies, confusion, and the perpetual cycle of spinning narratives. It’s the weight of social pressures, the feeling that the truth is lost beneath layers of deception, and the fear that we may never fully untangle ourselves.

When I go through my gates and enter into the world beyond, I feel an urge to breathe deeply and hold onto that breath… as if pausing time, holding still the chaos, and letting calm seep in. The end of my dirt road represents more than just a physical boundary, it’s a sanctuary where my peace can be found. Returning home, I inhale and hold, feeling the stress and heaviness dissipate as I exhale slowly.

Today, I woke at my own pace. The house was silent except for the sparrows outside, their song ushering in the sunshine and a gentle smile both on my face and in my heart. These moments remind me that the world, despite all its overwhelming negativity… hate, racism, ignorance, insanity, fascism, and ideocracy… still holds pockets of serenity and beauty. There’s simply too much of the bad, and not enough attention paid to the urgent decay I see around me.

Today, my break is here at home. I have everything I need within my acres to stay contained and at ease. I drift in and out, tending to chores, feeding the dogs, doing laundry, and letting the Universal movie channel play in the background, Tremors 4 is on. I am waiting for the sheets to spin and then I plan to wander about the acres hoping to be awed by the simple wonders… redbirds feeding, squirrels chasing each other in the trees, and the warmth of the sun inviting me to step outside and drink in the world. The natural world.

Nature, in its quiet persistence, feeds my soul. The gentle calls of birds, the playful scampering of squirrels, and the endless blue sky remind me that peace is possible. I cling to these moments as antidotes to the toxicity of the outside world. Today, I am breaking away—not to run, but to rest, reflect, and reconnect with what matters most. God knows, I need it.

Taking a break isn’t an act of cowardice; it’s a necessity. It’s a way to reclaim ourselves from the relentless tide of negativity and chaos. Whether it’s a deep breath at the end of a dirt road, the song of sparrows, or the warmth of sunlight, these moments remind me that there is always a way to escape, if only for a little while. And sometimes, that little while is enough to carry on. God is in the details today…