Bad Silence

Sometimes when there is family drama, no one communicates for a few weeks. We seem to be in the middle of some rough seas.


Good Silence

I’m sitting on my front porch with my bro on a summer evening, not talking.

Husband and I are home, on the same floor of the house, each doing our own thing.

Girl midget and I sit together and each work on our yarning.

Boy midget and I sit together and read.

I drive somewhere in our car on my own, without turning on the radio.

I wander down to the beach with the dogs and sit on the sand for a while.

I sit with my lap top, doing work in silence, in an empty quiet house.