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.

2 comments:

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

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

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