I had a moment of quiet today. An incredible thing. I had written a number of pages for the last assignment of my last class for the semester. Jon wasn’t home yet. I gathered a few books and a blanket and burrowed down by the Christmas tree, like I did when I was little. There wasn’t a lot of noise outside. Nothing inside. But even more, there was quiet in myself. The books I’ve been reading are bringing me to a place of cognitive agreement (which may not last long). Some questions are finding answers. I was feeling completely well, which is not deserved or a given. I had complete stillness inside and out. I was very grateful.
Jon came home and took a picture. Which is also a happy thing.











