Peace and calm are important to the highly sensitive person.
We’ve said this a few times now.
Tonight, after a hectice few months, and a particularly busy day of work, I decided to go for a walk to the wetlands near my home and enjoy the sights, sounds and smells of dusk.
As I was leaving, my oldest son was about to leave for a run. He asked if he needed to take his keys, to which I responded with a ‘no’. I would be back before him so there was no need for the jangle of keys in his pocket.
He went to run.
I left to walk.
The colours of the sky were pastel blue, pink and orange.
The birds were loud. The cockatoos in partiuclar were in fine, deafening voice.
Ducks swam on the lake or rested on logs, winding down from the day.
And the moon! It was enormous as it rose from behind the trees and reflected on the surface of the water.
I stopped. And, well, just stopped.
I wanted to take it all in. The peace. The beauty. The amazingness.
I could feel my HSP battery recharging to the point it started to buzz.
Time seemed to vanish.
I put my hands in my pockets to warm them a little. I felt my keys.
Then I remembered my son out running.
Who was likely already home by now.
Without keys.
So I said farewell to the moon, the birds and the water and walked briskly home.
To find my son sitting on the step, with a body language that radiated annoyance.
“HSP moment?”, he asked.
“Yep. Did you see the moon?”.
We talked, laughed and I opened the door.
It’s nice when family recognises your high sensitivity.
Even when it annoys them.
– Matt