The Yeat’s quote…it was a descriptor of your writing. That was my first thought. In the words you sculpt and drop, a serene moment or experience of honesty is created and from that place, one’s reflection can emerge. And it isn’t just for gazing but for rest, slowing down, recognizing what was there, perhaps, all along. Thank you dearest Cole.
Ah... a week in a monastery - just what the doctor ordered. I love the sounds of nature: the birds (whippoorwills according to Marti - thank you, Marti, the ticking clock (time is passing), and the tolling of the bells (time is drawing near). I printed out the Yeats quote, and I will frame it. Thank you for sharing. xo
The Yeat’s quote…it was a descriptor of your writing. That was my first thought. In the words you sculpt and drop, a serene moment or experience of honesty is created and from that place, one’s reflection can emerge. And it isn’t just for gazing but for rest, slowing down, recognizing what was there, perhaps, all along. Thank you dearest Cole.
Ah... a week in a monastery - just what the doctor ordered. I love the sounds of nature: the birds (whippoorwills according to Marti - thank you, Marti, the ticking clock (time is passing), and the tolling of the bells (time is drawing near). I printed out the Yeats quote, and I will frame it. Thank you for sharing. xo
Enchanting! I particularly love the sound of the whippoorwills. Takes me right back to the farm I grew up on in Virginia. Thank you.
The dichotomy of living in silence,to live life fiercely. Precious
Yes, it is a paradox! Quiet can make us fiercely alive.
The Whippoorwills were amazing. And nearly ceaseless as certain times of day.