Drilling Down Into the Silence

I have had my dance card full of seeing the neurologist and the eye doctor, soon to be followed by the ear doctor. That is why I haven’t posted much lately. The more I have on my plate, the deeper down I drill into the silence.

The silence is warm and roomy; it is also a one-size-fits all kind of thing.

I sigh into the silence and I feel immediately quieter. The random negative thoughts cannot survive here.

The blank page of our own lives is always available to us. It has nothing to do with our worldly affairs, which are so very messy.

But there is a blank page to access where all words evaporate.

I go there to get a drink of everlasting water.

No words.

Vicki Woodyard