Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.~ Charlotte Eriksson ~
some days are like that. time to sit on the floor. with moments for quiet, for alone.
and sometimes i sit in the living room, on the couch, while my family sits at the table, my son making crazy music - sort of a hum, sort of a trumpet, sort of an elk call . . .my daughter laughing and laughing . . . my husband tying flies and finding his own quiet in the midst of the joyful cacophony of teenage music and talking and laughing and riotous story telling.
yesterday, i took about ten minutes for myself, in the sunlight, in my backyard, just me. breathing and feeling the warmth through my jacket, sitting quietly and listing gratitudes.
today, i did not take time for listing. but i did take time for tea with a lovely girl. and i took time to sit at the table and eat supper with my husband. and i am writing this post, here on the couch, with my family bumping all around me.
tomorrow, i will look for some moments to take for myself, for quiet, just a few.