i am borrowing the words of David Whyte because mine are still marinating in the silence and darkness of winter.
when i close my eyes and listen i only hear the sound of crickets, the faint ambient music from the other room, the tapping of keys on my laptop, the croaking of frogs in a faraway creek.
i am grateful for the silence. for the space of reverie. for this time of waiting for who- knows-what's-next?
all i know is that i am learning to let go of being in control.
i have done enough of it now.
i want to mellow out.
to go softer.