10. Day 20: When Silence Calls
I love fog. It is a visible quiet, a presence that surrounds and muffles. Yesterday it added to a day that needed simple things; ironing, dishes washed, beds made, letters written. I noticed that each task was a meditation of sorts. A singular action I could focus on and fall in behind in meditation. My deep need for meditative silence was calling me in every way it could. Eventually I listened and put down my tools of housekeeping and gave myself up to the silence alone. “I Had A Dream” I finally gave in to the silence which had been calling to me all day Be here with me...
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