Each morning I sit right here with my tea and toast. As I was sitting there just moments ago I began thinking "what word will I choose this week?". Words flowed through my head and I attempted to grab one, but then I stopped. The silence was almost deafening. Usually I see from this perch someone walking by with a dog or two, but this morning there wasn't one walker. I listened and in the distance I could hear the soft drone of a plane. I saw a fly and a crow flutter by. The leaves on the trees were still. It felt like I was the only person left in the world and I sat, I listened, and I prayed. And still there is that plane flying overhead, but nothing more. Those in my house sleep as I listen to the silence.
Silence is a fickle thing. As a young mother I craved it. As an older woman often finding myself alone it sometimes feels lonely, but sometimes it feels almost spiritual too. Sometimes I want to fill up the moments with music that makes me want to dance, but at other times I cherish those moments where all I hear is the drone of a plane overhead or the distant call of the train.
So my word for this week is SILENCE. Listen carefully, cherish those moments, embrace them, then dance.
Have a great week, dear friends!
