Shhhh

Its darker earlier these days.  Looking out the window I see softening shades of blue and mauve and grey.

I see stones along th3 path and must be careful so that I don't stumble in the early evening hours.

I see a button that looks as if it has been created out of clay, perhaps from the bank of a slowly moving winter stream.


"The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed.  All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely  greater -- a moment when anything can happen, anything believed in." - Olivia Howard Dunbar

"The Sounds of Silence"

It is time to hibernate, cocoon, find my 'quiet place' and nurture myself. Seeking silence, seeking quiet, seeking peace and harmony.

I'm sure part of it is the time of year because when I look back at past years' postings I find there were always one or two 'silence', 'quietude' posts and usually they occurred in the late fall, early winter. 

Fortunately blogging is a 'quiet' treasure so don't worry -- I'll still be here whispering to you.

“A quiet mind is all you need. All else will happen rightly, once your mind is quiet. As the sun on rising makes the world active, so does self-awareness effect changes in the mind. In the light of calm and steady self-awareness inner energies wake up and work miracles without effort on your part.” - Sri-Wisargadatta

A Foggy Morning

Our deep blue sky is shrouded in fog.  It is as if the whole planet (or at least our little corner of it) has been covered with a layer of silver grey gauze.

It is silent and thick and changes my world view.  Suddenly my gaze is shortened.  There is mystery out here.    I am alone in a quietly mystical world.  

I am cocooned in nature and silence and thought.  Shhhh, perhaps if I continue to stay quiet the sun won't come in and steal the fog away. 

"Let us go in, the fog is rising" 

 Emily Dickinson

"Embrace Silence"

I often crave silence - perhaps that is one of the reasons I love spending time in my studio.  It is quiet (unless I feel the need for music). Silence seems to be a rare commodity these days.  

I love it that this sweet - somewhat shy - 'Kindred Spirit' came to visit.  No words were spoken and yet we communicated.  Sometimes just being with someone in silence can be a true gift.  Knowing that you needn't say a thing -- that a hug or a touch or a smile can convey all that you feel.
  

 Each quiet moment is like treasure found.  

"Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.  And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.  And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance." - Khalil Gibran