Not everything is meant for all to hear - Terry Tempest Williams
Much of today has been spent in my own silence. I've read the words of others and walked away feeling heard and refreshed. This day has been one of being introspective. It's been life-giving. It's been isolating. It's been everything I needed and it's left my needs completely unmet.
My voice has been for me alone to hear. I forget what it's like to write only for myself. I seem to either be able to write publicly or privately. Never both at the same time.
I'm a person of extremes, swinging back and forth like a pendulum. The centre is only found when the movement stops, when I sit in the silence, my silence.
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