gentle silence

One of these days I will talk about what it's like being a deeply shy and uncertain person who feels called to write for an audience. But not tonight.


(with apologies for the deleted post.)

4 comments:

  1. your words resonate with this gentle poet from a different century
    "Hope is the thing with feathers
    that perches in the soul..."
    Emily Dickinson
    & reading "Hope in the Dark" by Rebecca Solnit, stories, art, poetry, music these are all helping us understand, be aware and take a stand for a peaceful revolution is in the air to protect our sacred earth, it may take more than our lifetimes to achieve but love will find the way

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  2. A beautiful story, Sarah, even if it is unedited and raw. I'm trying to make my own pockets of velvet darkness, because I know how necessary it is, and your story only confirms it all the more. Thank you.

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  3. thank you for the story. i have been crying a lot, and wondering... it is hard not to be discouraged, to lose faith.

    also, "they are our consequence."---indeed.

    here's hoping for that "long green peace that comes after", whether i live to see it or not.

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  4. Thank you lovely ladies for your kind words. I have been struggling with myself all afternoon, wanting to take this post down. We'll see what I can bear in the morning (or if I even make it through the night without waking and deleting it by moonlight!)

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