Sometimes it is the absence of words that allows us to feel a moment most deeply. Or perhaps the absence of words – that haunting, hollowed-out–nestling-sort-of-place that we always seem to reach for – is what allows us to feel at all.
Sometimes the quiet spaces – the quiet places – are the ones that allow us to find what we have lost.
To remember that still, silent space inside of us,
breathing in and out.
Not judging. Just being.
This post is about the silent places. The places that make us feel
The places that remind us who we are, where we’ve been, and where we are. The here. The now. The hollowed-out-empty-feeling that reassures us
that we’ve been here all along.