Saturday, January 5, 2013
i recall days filled with thousands of words, written and spoken. days with dozens of nonverbal communications - if not hundreds. i laugh when i think of quickly changed statuses as communication in the Darkening Days. really? anyway ...
i spend my days communicating. all day, every day. it is the method or mechanism that changes from hour to hour, but not the substance.
i write perhaps 3 hours a day. 90% is work - motions, briefs, letters, and so on. i talk who knows - 2 hours on the phone each day? wherever this list may go, there is another piece of communication to which all leads, so i shall go there directly.
within me i communicate without word spoken for many hours each day. my eyes observe a treasure. i silently ask for advice. i see purple behind a grey tree, and share it. joyful moments are always shared ... i never smile alone or for myself.
easy enough to go on, but i won't.
there is no silence. never has been.
All Saints' Day eight and counting.
i find comfort in that which comforts me.