It challenges me-
In my car?
Turn on some music
Home alone?
Flip on the TV
Why not simply sit
With my thoughts?
They tend to shift
Quite rapidly
And are often
Accompanied by
Vivid images-
My quiet time
Quickly becomes
A cacophony
No one else can hear
A barrage of photos
No one else can see-
Perhaps I should
Take a walk-
Listen closely to the
Birds and the Breeze-
Let their songs clear
The cobwebs away
Making room for peace
Piano Girl 
I felt all of this. Every line. ❤️
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Big hugs, Carrie. Thank you. ❤️
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I like that line: ‘my quiet time quickly becomes a cacophony’; what I find works Kelley is to turn the noise into a poem OR stare it down: that works too —
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Thank you, John. I may have to try the state down method! 😉 Hope you are well.
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thanks Kelley; all good here; just back from the pool 🙂
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I understand this, Kelley. Savoring silence was practiced for years after everyone was gone. Clearing the cobwebs for peace. Your words are always so perfect and eloquent dear friend. You’ve been on my heart and mind as we prepare for Thanksgiving. Sending love and hugs.💚🙏🏻🤗
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Thank you, Karla. We are celebrating this weekend. Our daughter’s wedding is tomorrow! ❤️
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You’re welcome ☺️! Oh my goodness, Kelley! I’m so happy for everyone! I’ll be sending lots of prayers! ♥️💕❤️🙏🏻
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Thank you! 🙏🥰
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You’re welcome ☺️ 🤗❤️
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