Quiet. Peaceful. Silence. Out in the countryside, away from the cities and towns, one can sit and listen as the peaceful breeze blows down the valley, bird song drifting gently on the wind. Grandma taught me the value of being still and quiet. It’s not easy for me, even now. But with practice I get better at calming my mind and listening the countryside. I live in town, but there is a small river near by. Walking along the river bank listening the water bubbling, the ducks and geese quacking and honking, many other birds chirping and tweeting. Sitting on the porch in her rocker, Grandma taught me to enjoy the peace and quiet.