I don’t like noise. That is putting it mildly. So is saying I’m sensitive to noise. I’ve been this way my entire life.
So I went looking for a solution.
In my meditation, I am encouraged to welcome my anger toward noise, note it and breathe it out. That hasn’t helped. I’ve tried it hundreds of times. I am encouraged to accept the things I cannot change. But when it comes to noise, that just seems impossible. I have tried releasing the tension the noise brings on by focusing on places where I am not tense. That hasn’t been helpful here either.
So, what do I do?
Judge myself for playing the victim in a world full of noise? That’s certainly not beneficial.
But after long seeking, I have at last found a soft place to go (on the internet!!) when I need respite. I had to share it with you now, in case you are in a similar pickle or know someone who is. When you get there, you will hear only the sound of rain. I’ve heard it called “pink noise” — softer than white noise. A soothing sound that drowns out the other noises.
When every agitated cell hears the rain, they take a collective breath, sigh deeply and find peace.
Hope it helps. Maybe I will see you there.