We share the universal phenomena of life, love and death and everything in between. As human beings we move and travel in linear time in our mind and in the cycles of the season with our senses.
We pass our minutes, days, weeks, months, years and decades like the spokes of a wheel marking the miles and miles of the journey with selfies, postcards and worries.
We cry tears of joy or sorrow. We burst out laughing in madness or glee. It’s really a wonder to me how full life can be.
After many false starts I am still here.
I’m learning to surrender to the wonder of it all.
As I drove home from my other job, navigating the streets and freeway traffic, I knew I had to write something. Maybe from fatigue or emptiness, I toyed with the idea of conveying silence. Words can make a lot of noise. One word can be loud.
So let me try singing silence to you.
Just be still.
After spending a week in the hospital as someone dear to me recovered from surgery I felt moments melting together. The thought of losing someone to their last breath condenses time. I don’t mind now that he doesn’t pick up after himself. I will miss it if I lose him.