Quiet


Amidst the cacophony there are those sitting on the ground looking, in awe, at the wonder of growing things. And others, gazing upward at a starry sky feeling infinitesimally small beneath it.

Worshiping.

And in the quiet comes wisdom that can’t be comprehended where attempts to be right or stronger manifests as louder.

I do not know the answers. I struggle to understand all the questions. But I know there is truth found in the most unexpected, quiet, and solitary places. And I know poets see things politicians are blind to.

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I’m a writer, reader, photographer, and gardener. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
1 comment
  1. Beautifully said, Linda. Your words are so calming, like a healing balm for the heart and soul. Thank you for this important reminder to stop and listen.

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