The Quiet Between Thoughts
I was sitting on my porch this morning, watching my neighbor’s toddler stare at a ladybug crawling across the railing. He didn't move for a long time. He wasn't playing, and he wasn't crying; he was just watching, his brow slightly furrowed…
In the eyes of a child
In the eyes of a child there is dream, there is joy and happiness, there is shyness, and there is curiosity to see everything. Have you not seen it? The eyes are one of the most powerful tools someone can have. With one look, you can relay the…
The Weight of Quiet
I spent this morning watching my cat sleep in a patch of sun on the rug. She was so deeply gone, her paws twitching as if she were chasing something in a dream, that I found myself holding my own breath. It is strange how we feel a sudden,…