me going quiet

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Perhaps you’ve noticed

me going quiet

Summer approaches

with her insistent clanging

her languid evenings

her boisterous birds

twirling me

around

and around

and around

dizzy

I fall

into Silence

rest

on a freshly mown lawn

lined with pink peonies

but Silence

doesn’t mean

I’m not

dreaming

creating

participating

Silence

means

I’m here

placing my palm

on a dead tree

inhaling pine sap

brilliant beads

still sticky

alive

fragrant

laced with memory

tinged golden

with promise

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Hello faithful readers and subscribers,

I am pausing paid subscription fees until further notice. It has been a challenge to meet my goal of two posts per month, and it feels wrong to collect subscription money if I’m not sharing my writing regularly.

Thanks for understanding. And who knows? Maybe I’ll post more than ever now that I’ve given myself permission to fall silent.

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