resonate

there was a line in a blog tonight from someone i love...of course i love most of my reading list. "Huge lightening bolts of silence." isn't that the most beautiful of lines?  it resonates in my soul and i hear it echoing through my senses.  i wish i had written it (she writes beautifully)

i love the little bucket that sits on my desk these days.  sometimes i fill it with something i love that week and sometimes it's empty.  i love the morning light on it especially when it turns blue and soft. 

after the hoopla of last friday the weekend was quiet, unassuming and sweet.  dinners with brothers, visits with sisters, driving in the country and golden afternoon light.  though i look at cobalt blue skies and bare branches, i see the very beginnings of what will become spring.  the world has its cycles and i welcome them.  i live - i breathe - i am.  acceptance.

the slippers on my feet are new tonight - they're ugly and truly the very ideal of carnation pink (never my favorite crayon) but they were cheap and warm and feel snuggly.  my feet are protected from the hard wooden floors.  i can't turn my nose up at that.

sleep calls me...or is it the end of the fun but trashy novel that sits on my bed.  i shuffle off to bed on the cotton sheets in my pink slippers.  today, life is good and the thunderbolts still echo in my head.

the sounds of the silence

i couldn't tell you much i did during the day today. washed some clothes, unpacked suitcases, puttered - you know. but i did it in silence today. i didn't speak one work really (except to the cat as i fed him). the television was quiet and the only sounds were of the air conditioning or of the washing machine knocking about. occasionally i could hear a dog snoring or the hum of the window unit in my brother's room as he slept.

it was peaceful. i was alone with my thoughts - that loosening of the skin of my mind. i didn't think of deep issues. actually i didn't think of much. i prepared a simple lunch of sliced homegrown cucumbers, paired with sliced ham, red grapes, strawberries, brie and a roll. in the quiet, my tongue experienced the beauty of the tastes. the cucumber was bitter and needed a bit of salt. the ham was pink and tasted both sweet and salty in my mouth. the grapes were sweet and the strawberries dripped lush juice down my chin. the cheese was soft as i spread it on the bread. i should have lunches like this more often.

the tiny roses were soft and lush and though i can't catch much of a scent from them, they made me happy sitting in the sun. amazing what three dollars can buy now and again. the black and white stray cat lies curled in the freshly cut grass. his body a question mark and watching him makes me sleepy too.

later this evening, sounds re-enter my world - the dogs barking, the television on the evening news, the sizzle of dinner cooking. the light has shifted from a blazing torch to a soft pinkish-gold. i'm puzzled by the squirrel's antics in the oak tree as i watch him cut small leafy branches and carry them to my favorite branch. i suspect he is really a she and she's preparing a nest. of course she chatters when some of the branches drift down. this is enough to entertain me.