Quiet

  • The Quiet And Still of It All

    He’s so present with his feathers. Sweet little bird. Sitting on a thin branch that reaches for the sky, not too far from the window, he preens as I sit here with a pillow on my lap, and my mac… Continue reading

  • A Quiet

    There is a quiet, here. My husband is away, so it’s just me and our sleeping children beneath this roof. In this room, it’s just me and my heart quietly whispering away. What is she saying? I’m not entirely sure.… Continue reading

  • Peace

    Peace. It’s soft and it’s cool. It’s free and it’s flowing. And quiet. (Good heavens it’s quiet. I close my eyes for that one. Truly. I close my eyes.) Peace. It lives in the candle beside me; within this flame,… Continue reading

  • The Lonely Soul

    The lonely soul is a beauty. She is quiet, so quiet as she whispers her way through the noise, through the dark, through the rain. Sing a sweet song to her. Call to her and she shall hand you a… Continue reading

  • Soft and Quiet

    The time for soft and quiet has come. Rest. Lay down the bones of sorrows past. Yesterday is a hush, no longer ringing her angry bell. She knows it true. The time for soft and quiet has come. Continue reading

  • Sweet and Quiet

    The sweet and quiet of life is where my soul belongs. The essence of a strawberry. The taste of the softest kiss beneath a swaying tree. It is not all that I am, this sweet and quiet that calls me.… Continue reading

  • This Place of Quiet

    I am here in the quiet, knowing I am home. I am the same, in this place, as the windy trees and the sunset that melts across the bay. This quiet. It is the porcelain wail of a newborn child,… Continue reading