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| Palazzo Biscari, Catania, Sicily |
One person, one focus
Carving out time to just to sit in a quiet house
Rolling out the mat and listening.
My knees creaking and cracking as I fold them under.
My neck bones grating, shifting and settling into place.
My shoulders tensing and rotating.
My eyes closing
quiet
breathing in and breathing out
quiet
no music, just the hum of some appliance in the other room, the computer? the heating unit?
quiet,
wind whispering through the window cracks
quiet
pushing away the endless lists, the multi-tasking, the holiday frenzy
quiet
alone, but not lonely
quiet
Beautiful, I have lived such moments. The photo with this poem is perfect and visually brought me a sense of quiet and peace.
I come up with my best ideas when all is still.
lovely.
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