The Blaze of Today
May 18, 2011
It is gray outside, the house quiet. The only sounds breaking the spell of silence are the gentle hum of our fridge, Tilda’s soft snoring, the dance of my fingers across the keyboard, and my own breath. The sun is supposed to begin its slow peek through the uncharacteristic drizzly weather in a few hours, which will be marvelous indeed, but right now all I want to do is stay hidden in this cloak of muted light, a sleeping puppy, and nothing on my to do list except for the perfectly quiet work of editing my manuscript. Aside from the scratch of a pen across the page, today’s work won’t produce a sound. My best efforts will come out of silence.
Yummy words to wrap around me like a shawl.
Let’s try this when I’m there.
Cake on fire…
with alcohol?
I’m only sort-of kidding.
Could be considered an art project!
i completely relate to enjoying silence…that’s why i wake up early before anyone else, to have that one golden hour of silence all to myself!!!
Silence like a thunderbolt.
oh that last line!
brilliant.
it triggers a thought in me that i know isn’t really related (but also kinda is)…
years ago i accidentally overheard my (ex)boyfriend on the phone to his mother. he was telling her about all the things i’d said i was going to do that i hadn’t got around to yet. i had no idea that it bothered him so much. for me, it was kinda like thing out loud.
when i dug a little deeper though, i realised that i was talking alot about things i was going to do and never actually doing ANY of them!
i remember his conversation to this day – when i’m all talk and no action…
so now, i talk less and just get on and do things.
it seems to be working out alright for me so far!
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