This is my 72nd day without a television! As I sit at my computer and type, I hear the "silent" wind as it wraps itself around the building. It groans and moans and tells only God knows what story. The lone egret I have named Soon or Now (depending on his behavior and the direction in which he faces) stands as a silent sentinel in the marsh. He is there to honor a friend, and he stubbornly refuses to divulge what's on his mind...just like the friend. He watches in silence. My thoughts are wild and free...clanging around in my head in a totally boisterous state. There is no silence there. As the color of the marsh grass changes and the island readies itself for the long rest of fall and winter, I ask myself how I feel about all this contemplation and analysis...all this silence...the words won't come. Not just quite yet.
Monday, October 10, 2011
finding silence...
This is my 72nd day without a television! As I sit at my computer and type, I hear the "silent" wind as it wraps itself around the building. It groans and moans and tells only God knows what story. The lone egret I have named Soon or Now (depending on his behavior and the direction in which he faces) stands as a silent sentinel in the marsh. He is there to honor a friend, and he stubbornly refuses to divulge what's on his mind...just like the friend. He watches in silence. My thoughts are wild and free...clanging around in my head in a totally boisterous state. There is no silence there. As the color of the marsh grass changes and the island readies itself for the long rest of fall and winter, I ask myself how I feel about all this contemplation and analysis...all this silence...the words won't come. Not just quite yet.
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