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
2 comments:
I also like to be quiet.
Quiet is challenging for me with my tinnitis, but for over a year now I do not get up and immediately put on the TV or music to help frown it out. Learning to live with this, too. And now it is "quiet" here until either lunch or dinner usually. I have learned to love it--even with the ringing in my ears. :)
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