The Right Kind of Quiet
Grief, funerals and loss remind me of the sobering reality that life is precious and short. Sorrowful times leave us numb. We recognize there’s a lot of hullabaloo going on out there about nothing. Atrocities feel like a heavy burden. We try and find our way back to a peaceful state as a means of survival. I wish people the right kind of quiet. The kind of quiet that feels like a warm yellow blanket. A permission slip that says it’s perfectly reasonable for you to not be feeling okay right now and doesn’t insist we be anything but ourselves. Where nature becomes a sanctuary and time softens sharp edges. I’m wishing you the kind of quiet that hears a gentle rain or a light breeze moving the trees; where thoughts become flowers and strife is replaced with care and understanding. It is the healing kind of quiet that you marinate in, where you are alone but not isolated. The type of solitude that welcomes e...