I want to write…need to write, but the voices in my head are unusually quiet.

I’m not sure what this means…this silence. I probably should just use this time to do something mundane and domestic. I should do anything that keeps me from listening to the thundering silence. I have done some of those things: wipe down counters, fold laundry, sweep the floors…

Of course, there’s always plenty to do.

But I still can hear it.

I’m just not used to the quiet. Usually, there are so many thoughts swirling around in my head - it’s a chore just to decide which one to focus on.

But not today.

I guess that’s what I can do today - listen to the sound of silence. Be still and quiet, and learn to be okay with the stillness and the quiet.

When the “noise” returns, I’ll be off and running, so I guess I should enjoy it while it lasts.

After all, if you listen closely, silence has a certain sound…it has something to say, too.

So, I’m listening…Here’s a quote that “spoke” to me:

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. - Emily Bronte

Peace.