I don’t like white noise. The whirring, static, mind-numbing noise that some people love and fall asleep to really grates on my brain. For a while Izri really liked sleeping with white noise. I found a white noise app I could play for him. And it was a testament to how much I love him that I let him listen to it at night since he sleeps right next to my side of the bed. It was a blessed night when we realized he didn’t need it anymore and I could sleep in peace and quiet again (well, as much peace as you can sleep in when you’re getting up a couple times a night to nurse a baby, but definitely quiet).
We have a dehydrator that we love making dried apples with, but the sound of the fan going for 7 hours straight drives me absolutely bonkers. So I set it up in the kitchen and then take it in the garage to do its thing. This summer I was doing apples for us to take on our road trips and Shimei followed me out to the garage where I turned it on and wanted to know why it was in the garage. I told him Momma doesn’t like white noise. He considered this for a moment and then surmised, “White noise, no. Green noise.”
Green noise wasn’t a term I was familiar with but I think he’s struck on something. I definitely don’t like white noise. But the noises I do like could definitely be considered green noise. I like the sound of song birds in our trees. I like the sound of thunder rolling past. I like silence. We’ve recently come into possession of a very large wind chime (not a little tinkly one) and I love the deeper sounds it makes as the breeze passes through. I like organic sounds.
So white noises, static noises, whirring noises, no. Green noises, organic noises, natural noises, yes.