“Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom.
~ Francis Bacon
It’s silent around here this morning–the kind of deep silence that remains for a time after a grandchild leaves. With no little red-haired girl crawling into bed with us bringing chatter, plans, and a sparkle of delight, it is still . . . so still.
Gerry has some things to do away from home; I’ll spend the entire day at home, mostly alone. Perfect. After our fun-filled grand week, a day of solitude and silence is just what I need to transition back into the life we live and replenish my reserves.
So today: housework, catching up, and maybe some camera time. Simple stuff that, perhaps oddly, gives me strength.