I could post a fresh photo. I could.
I just feel like I need to use words right now. I'm listening Nico, and I just need to reset and stop.
I want to revisit my Five Senses series. My Milk is Quiet moments. If you need a reminder or an introduction of Milk is Quiet, I'll help you with a memory that I did not remember until I really needed it recently. Ok, I will post this old, blue-lit image.
When thinking of the word 'quiet' what comes to mind? My 4 year-old (who's now 12) responded with, "What about milk, Mama? Milk is quiet." Just like that. Simple. Kids always know. It's too bad that we sometimes forget as we get older. We have too much clutter. It's time to find room for solitude and reflection...
the quiet corners
of our world
taking the time
to slow down
and pay attention
to our senses and
the ordinary things that go
dust on the window ledge
cake crumbs on a white saucer
scuffed boots and crooked soles
we begin to see
while we rush
through our days
I just need to slow down. I need to create. I need to shut down the noises around me.