(I have been out of town the last few days visiting family, but posts for P and R will appear ... sometime. Perhaps next Sunday as a double post.)
Silence can be a blocked voice, a page of a book you (we) are writing where you don’t say what you mean.
Solitude can be a place apart and removed from community.
They can also be good and necessary things. Hallowed, luxurious spaces to sit and be. Where you let the worries roll away and the sounds filter in.
Welcome little bird, back for the spring. Welcome rain drops murmuring on the roof, washing the world clean and fresh again. Welcome sunrise, with your soft glow and your gentle mist. Welcome place to let the soul fill up. Welcome time to “get the work done”. Welcome other half of life, jut as needed for creativity as the people we call loved ones, friends, colleagues, community.
Wishing you at least a moment of open space and silence and solitude today to say I am glad to be here.