Seems I’ve written on this prompt more than a few times yet each time I have come to it differently. And this one is no exception.
I actually enJOY BEing quiet. And BEing a quieter human bean. This is one of the great lessons I have learned living here, in the Wee Cottage. BEing quiet, whether by design or without really choosing to BE, I have learned to listen.
I listen to myself. I listen to God. I listen to Gracie. I listen to the Past. I listen for clues and ideas and inspiration. I listen to my own yearning and I listen long, deep, and well.
BEcoming quieter, little bit by slow bit, has changed me into someone I never imagined myself BEing. Now when I rush and push and hurry and overwhelm myself, I pretty much catch on to there BEing too much noise inside my birdbrain. And I quiet it down, or, as is sometimes the case, my body finds a way to hush all that bother.
BE quiet is a bit of a new brilliance. It never seemed to hold much in my esteem until recent years showed its possibilities. And, while I still can BE a chatterbox sometimes, I am also someone who is quiet. Who listens. Who hears.
And I like her.
I love you, Currie