view out the den window
Sitting here in the quiet den I reflect on silence.
I need more of it.
I silently type on my iPad. There is no music playing. No TV on. No kids in the house.
Just me with my quiet. Why don't I allow more of this? Why have I still not learned my lesson about meditating and pondering (of all things...)?
I am not one to run and hide from my own thoughts. I have not avoided silence intentionally. It sneaks away, like an unappreciated guest. I vow to invite it back more often.