The Lingering Silence — she of the wild

I sit here and stare into white and wonder what words to fill this empty expanse with.

This has been going on most of the summer and, with a couple exceptions, this internet space has remained empty.

Even writing this feelings limping, awkward.

Where have the words fled to? I'm not sure, and I don't know how to coax them back.

So, in the silence, I have been painting again (these). I have been meditating. I have been reading. I have been being a mama. I have been sleeping. The different faces of my creativity. One is not more or less valuable than another.

I keep reminding myself of this, over and over.

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I have no conclusion.

No "I was quiet but now I'm back so YAY!" resolution.

Just the silence and the unknowing.

So I remain here, without judgement.

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I made this for you, in the silence. In silence. For now, the silence will have to be enough:

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