I began to listen
to the silence
and to the music
of life —
of notes and pauses —
finding refuge in
the silent spaces
and comfort in
words that flowed out
if I was patient
to wait my turn —
holding and letting go
ever so lightly —
in-between.
I began to listen
to the silence
and to the music
of life —
of notes and pauses —
finding refuge in
the silent spaces
and comfort in
words that flowed out
if I was patient
to wait my turn —
holding and letting go
ever so lightly —
in-between.
Paul Militaru says on September 23, 2016
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Laurie's Notes says on September 23, 2016
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Angie says on September 23, 2016
Nice.
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Laurie's Notes says on September 23, 2016
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MichelleMarie says on September 25, 2016
That patiently waiting my turn. You know I’ve had so many “turns” in my life in the form of blessings and if I have to wait forever I’m thankful to have you to wait with me. I love this and you! 💜
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Laurie's Notes says on September 25, 2016
Awe. I love you.
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Laurie's Notes says on September 25, 2016
I think maybe the waiting turns into the turn maybe… I felt that when I was healing deeply… that it didn’t matter so much what shifted outside of me because it was so beautiful holding in that place… like I felt making the books. 💙💚💛
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MichelleMarie says on September 25, 2016
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