I haven’t felt like talking much and so it goes that I haven’t felt much like writing either. Opening up the drawers of my desk, I look to see if there are any extra words laying around, in the bottom, in the corners and find only perfume vials and paper clips. It is not sadness, nor its opposite, just quiet. I close the drawers and let my gaze rise out the window like a balloon escaping a tiny fist. The clouds are lazy.
They drag behind the beat of the guitar strum of the homeless man who is sitting on the sidewalk just to the right of our front door. I say homeless but I don’t know if that is true, SDF in French or Sans Domicile Fixe. He was there yesterday evening as well, drinking a beer and asking about the dogs. He used the polite “vous” form and wished me a pleasant evening. In turn I offered that he would have Bon Courage with the rain. Which is gone today. So perhaps that is why he is playing.
Remi walks past my desk and the orchids near my screen shake their hearts with each step. How thin these old floors are, how differently built. We must have sounded like elephants to the family that lived below. But now they’ve gone and we have the building to ourselves. Which feels both luxurious and isolating, the space that contains us. Luckily, we have the country so close at hand, the land where we can keep walking and often in silence. I don’t have to find the words to express the precision of such beauty. Cowboy rope mountains, twilight petals. I can get lost in the looking. We all have our internal answers, those without syllables that we just know. What comfort that brings. It sings.
Have a wonderful wag of a week, everyone…
Heeheehee. Oh for something delightful to change our minds from time to time! Especially after a long winter…And glad to hear that I am not alone and think you are absolutely right! We are en attenante for the good things ahead… 🙂
I agree, dear D. Not necessarily something to shy from. Merci comme toujours pour ton soutien fabuleuse…
xoxoxoxo
Thanks for this beautiful Suze and for all that you have been writing lately…
Merci, Gert.
Thank you so much, Jackie. We are just a bit in the in-between, non?
xo!
I too have been feeling quiet lately, not terribly inclined to write. Perhaps we're anxious for spring to start, or we're storing up our energy for all of the social engagements that come along with warm weather. Sometimes quiet is good.
Okay, I have to be honest here, mine might just be coming from being sucked into a teen drama that I didn't get to see the final season of. : )
Have a wonderful week as well!
Such beautiful words. They capture a sort of silence many of us feel from time to time. Something we cannot put our finger on, but the quiet, the not speaking – it can be grounding as well as healing.
Images stand in beautifully to continue to connect us when words are taking a breather. Well done, H.
What a beautiful post. Very nice pictures!
Greetings from the Netherlands,
DzjieDzjee
You've managed to beautifully sum up the way I have been feeling and thinking in the last few days. . .and of course, your photos are simply magical! Happy New Week! Jackie .xo