I am following with a wonderful poem that echoes this thought-provoking piece by Francesca.
I’m not afraid of silence. Some people are, and so they fill the world with superfluous sounds. They look upon silence as an absence, a void. But that’s not what silence is. It is not emptiness.
He told me that he felt badly for the elderly couple sitting a few tables down. They were eating without conversation. “They’ve run out of things to say to each other.” Their silence made him sad.
But I thought it was kind of beautiful, the way comfort made room for quiet. I have felt this a few times in my life. I have sat with so much love and understanding between us that words have been unnecessary. Not everything needs to be said.
Some days I feel stuck in repetition. I have spoken these words before. I will say them all again, over and over, for the rest of my life. If I were…
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