It is strange the way we often feel compelled to speak just to acknowledge a silence, isn't it?
Silences are scattered across my life right now. An email from a dear online friend sits unanswered, weighing on my heart. A thank you note remains unwritten. Phone calls go unmade. And, of course, this space. I have been feeling tender and vulnerable, and those feeling have drawn me close in to myself.
Life is not silent, by any means. I have a little boy who narrates each moment as it is lived and a baby who sings her way through the day, demanding crackers every ten minutes. (She does the ASL sign for cracker wrong, on the inside of her arm, and looks like a tiny addict pounding for a vein.) I'll add some noise of my own soon.