It feels like weeks have gone by without a truly quiet moment.
Here comes the day.
Quieting the heart.
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
Franz Kafka
Letters to Felice
Sunday.
Sometimes I wake up early to have the world and all its quiet to myself.
A start to the day.
I notice
That my day feels quieter,
If I stay off tech until 8am
And don’t visit Facebook before noon.
To Myself.
Last night your thin walls invited me to the party next door / reminded me I am a quiet person in a quiet life.
Drew Myron
Thin Skin
Thin Skin
What we don’t want to hear.
Sometimes the quiet is so deafening that we fill our lives with noise.
For now.
The noises of the day melt into dusk.
Telling the story.
Sit and quiet yourself. Luxuriate in a certain memory and the details will come. Let the images flow. You’ll be amazed at what will come out on paper. I’m still learning what it is about the past that I want to write. I don’t worry about it. It will emerge. It will insist on being told.
Frank McCourt
Churning
Abstractions
Artist: Thomas Nolan
Copyright: Thomas Nolan, 2011
