
Since a “picture tells 1000 words” I figured I only need to write a handful of words today.
Which is good for all of us.
The other evening, I observed this “phenomenon“.
As you know, I live in a Bali village (not in a straw hut, but an actual house).
And in said village there are LOTS of ceremonies, celebrations (weddings, births, funerals, etc.), band practice (preparing for celebrations), roosters, dogs, and most recently a gaggle of ducks.
So, at times it can be a wee bit noisy.
The other night I was observing mine, and my partners REACTION to “loud noise”.
This time it was band practice, and it started about 8:30pm, when I am generally winding down for the day.
I felt myself getting a bit worked up.
I also noticed Ferry going up a few more notches higher than me.
But then I reminded myself of something I already know.
It is the STORIES we tell about the reality of an experience, which determines the MEANING of the experience, and therefore our body’s ultimate response.
The lightbulb went on, and my level of bothersomeness went down.