In the quiet, I sit. I wonder. I hope for words to flow.
I wait for something powerful, something beautiful. Words strung together like pearls on a necklace.
Nothing strikingly beautiful forms. I am dampered, like the snow that blankets and hides the earth outside my window.
The clock ticks… Think. Think. Think.
I look out the window seeking inspiration. My mind is slow and tired. All I can think is quiet.
My hands hover over the keys, but no soul deep words flow from my fingertips.
Quiet. I guess that’s my mode today.
I want to write heart deep, inspirational words. But, I seem to be soaking in quiet.
Quietness of heart and mind.
And it’s okay that there are no words of significance for today.
A day full of routine. Normal.
Wash, Dry, Fold.
Mix, Knead, Dice, Chop, Cook, Bake.
It’s good, this Quiet.
Words will come another day.