There are days when the energy to speak is just too much. But you know what? I think that's okay. Beneficial, even. Active listening is a dwindling art, but I'll admit--even on these quiet days, I'm rarely listening. I'm off in my own world, sorting through the detritus of impossible decisions, the weight of my past,… Continue reading More than enough.
Man, but humans are tiring. I feel for the beings with no language who just have to put up with us, lacking the vocabulary to tell us to quiet down already; we're missing the entire show.
The simple answer
So often the answer is simple, I think. Which is also, really, what makes it so terribly difficult to find.
Who we are, where we’ve been
I like secrets and I'm good at keeping them. I don't like lies, but then, I'm a terrible liar. I'm also none too adept at hiding my feelings, at least for very long. But I do like holding things back, harmless things, just for myself. Perhaps it's a habit leftover from a childhood of telling myself stories… Continue reading Who we are, where we’ve been
The cure for anything might be salt water,but it is a cure best assisted by silence.