Tuesday, 20 December 2011

silence & noise

Sometimes, if I wake earlier than everyone else, I sneak downstairs, meditate, practice yoga, read, knit, draw, make bread. But mostly I savour the silence. Just when the silence gets to be too much, sounds of waking can be heard upstairs. Small, quiet sounds at first, increasing in volume until a full blown riot tumbles down the stairs. Though I love the peace and quiet, the noise of family is best.


  1. Wonderful dear emma...always love your beautiful and sensitive writing....thank you xxx!

  2. It's the sound love makes when it comes in your heart :-)


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