This blog is late being posted but I started thinking about what I would write on New Years Eve.
The village is noisy everywhere on New Year because fireworks and revellers are around and of course celebrating isn't the quietest of activities but it wasn't a noise that was unwelcome by me.
Instead I found myself realising how much noise has played a part in creating my new life, the challenges and changes seem to have all been sparked by noise in one form or another.
It was the noise generated by myself and the BF that created the tension between us in March, living in a one up one down cottage created an absence of realistic space that in the end forced a decision for myself to move into the flat above the Amusement Arcade. The tiny cottage couldn't contain BF's music and my sewing machine and our joint need for space and peace and quiet at different times of the day and so I moved 100 yards away . We stayed together as a couple but had our own space, made our own noise.
It was the noise of a raucous telephone bell at daft o clock on a Sunday morning that put me in a hell of a mood so that when I answered the phone the person on the other end of it didn't get me 'at my best' and began the change from one contract to another. It also began the journey I made of learning all about my own principles and my own ethics.
It was constant noise at an unacceptable level that caused me to grind my teeth, that put too much pressure on my implants that in the end created the problem with implants that ended in me having an awful lot of expensive treatment and at a huge amount of cost and time. The end result of a smile I can actually enjoy was worth it in the end...but the noise didn't abate.
It was the constant buzz and hum and clang,bang,ring,doing, ding ,dang dong that caused me to ask the landlord' who is obviously not a gentleman' when the sound proofing would be done...hence being told to leave and wallah...here I am in a new home and new type of noise....life !
I had forgotten what life can sound like because of course a village is small, generally quiet and doesn't lend itself to the town size noise levels of living I had been used to.
I had forgotten some sounds and now welcome them with open arms.
I had shut myself off unintentionally and had missed the living that goes on daily whether I am present or not and now I am back in the 'land of the living'...and the noise is a reminder not to close myself off quite so much.
I welcome the sound of a letter box clanging as it brings me new data, new information.
I love the sound of the village as it wakes up, the Boro Da Sut Dachi of the locals as they say good morning, how are you.
I hear the yap or woof of a dog being taken for a walk and the laughter of children or the moans as they go to school. I hear the swish of tyres and the low hum of a car or two as they zoom off to work in the next town or the nearest city..long distance travel isn't a stranger to the locals as they seek work around Wales.
The tip tap of a stiletto, the recent swoosh of toboggans on the fresh crisp snow. The raucous laughter of the revellers in the local pub...all add to the grist of the mill of life...and reminds me not to stay shut away.
In a morning or a late night I turn on my side and burrow deeper into my duvet and snuggle into the warmth and gentle hug of the mattress and smile to myself...its good to be alive and I listen to my new 'noises' they are strangely reassuring.
Yesterday the doorbell rang...not an unusual occurrence in peoples lives but for me it was the herald of new people to meet, new connections to make and as my previous home had neither a door bell or a letterbox those two new sounds are still a novelty to me...and I like it.
Sure there are times when the noise levels are a little too much...so I wander into the kitchen where it is quiet and have a drink or use thew computer, all in all...I like my new noise and it has an added bonus.
It was the noise of my crying which brought my BF into his Knight in Shining Armour stance that caused him to move here with me on December the 31st no longer squashed by too small a place to live and bitter cold room.
Here we have our space and our quiet and noisy times. Here we share magnificent views of Castle, Mountains,Valleys and the Sea. Well blessed by this we have a greater joy in our sharing such beauty and such space and even, yes the noise !
I don't know if 20 odd electrical machines being switched on for 12 hours a day beneath you has an actual health risk attached to it...but the absence of all that electrical fall out...is being assessed by my doctors right now because my health is fighting back, after months and months of feeling ill all the time, feeling drained and nervy and tired...it is fading, not immediately but it is defiantly fading...
So the absence of noise, the introduction of new noise has brought gifts and treasures for me to enjoy.... Happy new Year... I don't know yet but it has definitely started on the right note !
