I love words.
But lately, they’ve been breaking my heart.
They’re being used to camouflage cruelty and disguise it as principle.
They’re being used to whitewash genocide and call it a complicated situation.
They’re being used to divide, exclude, terrify and dominate.
This is nothing new, of course. It’s just getting louder.
So, in the noise, I choose silence.
My opinion isn’t needed.
I don’t want to add my words to the maelstrom.
I seek silence.
The hush of morning air
The soft glow of a pale sunrise
A gentle hand on my knee
The last of summer’s blooms offering wordless beauty.
Let my gaze drift with whispy white clouds across the depth of sky
I feel my own heartbeat, and the rhythm of my feet moving across the earth.
I receive a breath, feeling softness on the exhale.
I notice my own heart space …
so churned up by outside voices,
now beginning to quiet … then soften
the slightest brush of peace.
I recognize my old friends—grief, and anger and despair.
Fear shivers around the edges, and courage holds her hand.
Grace offers companionship and I say yes.
Silence …
For just a moment, all is still within. I remember I am Beloved. I am Held. I was made for times such as these.
It’s just a breath, but it’s enough. I remember my truth.
Through the silence, I receive a whisper from Spirit, a gift of Love.
I remember that words are also love
Whispered affection
Gentle connection
Soft encouragement
Acknowledgement of struggle.
Words can connect, nourish, comfort.
Softly spoken
Just a few
Offered on a breath of care
The louder the world around me, the more necessary my own silence.
The more intolerance shouts, the more valuable are whispers of care.
Every bit of compassion matters.
Love always wins.
Gifts from silence.
Shared humanity
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