The book on silence fully pulled me in.
There was narration about a silent retreat
and healing, renewal, constant revelation, internal revival
and I could feel my skin rise
felt the blood spread under my ears
and my deep breath
and a sign of peace I didn’t know before
like in “Pretend” where it says,
“beginning and ending
moment by moment
rolled over rebirthing again.”
There was such sincere connection to the narrator’s experience with silence.
My heart felt so good.
There was laughter without bursting into sound.
I suddenly wanted so bad to shout it out to the girl across the room,
“I get it! I totally get silence!”
But I didn’t.
I held that rare moment in my mouth
and savored it;
kept the joy for myself
instead of talking till it wore away.
Buddy Wakefield
That's kind of how I feel about most of the things going on in my life lately, and that's why I havn't written here in a long time and never fully discussed my summer trip to Chicago, all the new people I've met lately, the Ani D concert this past Wednesday, or the past few monthes with anyone.
Talking about these things will only make them lost to me. I feel like this journal is over but I'll keep it because I think it's still an important part of me.
It's really strange how much I feel like I've changed lately. None of it is easy to explain, and I'd rather not anyway.
I can just say that I'm enjoying this, every minute.
There was narration about a silent retreat
and healing, renewal, constant revelation, internal revival
and I could feel my skin rise
felt the blood spread under my ears
and my deep breath
and a sign of peace I didn’t know before
like in “Pretend” where it says,
“beginning and ending
moment by moment
rolled over rebirthing again.”
There was such sincere connection to the narrator’s experience with silence.
My heart felt so good.
There was laughter without bursting into sound.
I suddenly wanted so bad to shout it out to the girl across the room,
“I get it! I totally get silence!”
But I didn’t.
I held that rare moment in my mouth
and savored it;
kept the joy for myself
instead of talking till it wore away.
Buddy Wakefield
That's kind of how I feel about most of the things going on in my life lately, and that's why I havn't written here in a long time and never fully discussed my summer trip to Chicago, all the new people I've met lately, the Ani D concert this past Wednesday, or the past few monthes with anyone.
Talking about these things will only make them lost to me. I feel like this journal is over but I'll keep it because I think it's still an important part of me.
It's really strange how much I feel like I've changed lately. None of it is easy to explain, and I'd rather not anyway.
I can just say that I'm enjoying this, every minute.
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