Slience...

I’d like to think that I’m comfortable with silence. With stillness, and peace. Even being alone. (most of the time.) It’s something to revel in, to look forward to. And yet recently I’ve been struggling with silence in other forms. For instance silence here. My goal has always been one post a month… and yet silence has ruled the last few months. What does it mean? Perhaps nothing. People and thoughts come and go. It’s natural I suppose… but none-the- less I notice. And gather pause.


I’ve been struggling with the silence of a few friends. The kind of friend you don’t find very often… and when you do. You grab tight… and thank the universe for sending along someone who gets it… who gets you. I want to jump and scream and shout… you can’t just vanish on me. It isn’t fair. I need you! We didn’t agree the conversation would end. This kind of silence is painful.

To flip the coin. I have a pile of letters next to my night stand. All perfectly lovely on going conversations. Yet I’ve been reluctant to respond. I myself carrying out the silence I’m lamenting above. It isn’t malice, or anger, or anything really… it just is. I have faith that I will break in.... just not tonight. And so I pause and hope my friends both the former and the later are the same.

And then there is the snow. It blankets, covers, and softens. It is magic in its way to quiet. It’s amazing and I continue to be in awe of its presence.

Stop….

Listen….

Can you hear it?