I was reclining on the chaise lounge the other day at the neighborhood pool. I was in a secluded spot. The sun felt good on my skin, and I was in another world. It was a good time to meditate.
Then it started.
It was the constant yakking about sciatica and surgeries that disrupted my peaceful world. You see, it was a group of people in the hot tub that were comparing notes on heath and doctor visits, and they were loud. Their voices carried well.
Boisterous laughing from the pool. A group of neighbors were yukking it up way over by the pool, and their loudness carried over to my secluded perch. I could hear every tidbit of neighborhood gossip and world news they shared. And the “conversations” weren’t only limited to that group – they shouted over to another on the other side of the pool, too.
It was akin to a shouting match.
Sometimes it’s difficult to catch a few moments, minutes, or even an hour of solitude in my neighborhood.
A pool in my backyard would be ideal.
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