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Moments in Time  It is very quiet here. There is still sound however; the tick tock of a clock in the library, the rush of the steady northern wind pushing at the glass in the window behind my head and the ice cubes settling in the tumbler on the table to my left. There are still sounds in all this quiet. You just have to sit very still to find them all. I like having to sit still. I only blink if I have to. I have been busy these past few months. Flying around madly - adding to my already large carbon imprint. (Apparently for a few thousand dollars, you can make them just go away?) I’ll have to look into that. Or not. I have been criss crossing Canada - west, east, north, south. Back and forth like a pendulum. The airports bleed into each other like they are one giant terminal with a revolving door. I go in one side and come out the other in an entirely different place, yet somehow they are the same place. The same people. Maybe it’s the sky that unites me to everything - that and the sun which is a huge comfort. Nonetheless I am witness to a great many people saying hello and goodbye. Neither of which are pleasant for those concerned. The teary eyes that follow their loved ones as far as they possibly can - before they finally slip into the massive security lines filled with tangled arms and legs and carry on bags stuffed to the brim with useless things that no one really needs. We bring our lives with us wherever we go, or we try to anyway. The faint waves that cut through the air with a hopeless desperation. Always the burning question of when will they see each other again. The “hello’s” seem sad to me sometimes as well. The embraces that make everything and everyone around them disappear. It is those moments that I take the time to soak in. I will stand off to the side and watch them pour themselves into each other like falling rain into a flower pot full of a thousand colours. Love is the one thing that can transcend any border. It is quiet here today indeed. Old memories drift up and dance around the room trying to draw attention to themselves. I don’t know which one to look at first. They are all trying so hard to stand out. Remember me they say. Remember me the most. I don’t mind this quiet at all. To sit and just be right where I am. |
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Jann Arden is such wonderful multi talented lady!!!  Great photo~~
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9/19/2024 2:36 pm |
Beautiful picture and a very nice post. 
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Jane Arden's words about love bring me back to the days when I travelled through divided Germany in 1976. It's true: love has the power to transcend any border. Thanks, Indigo, for sharing the post.
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Living in the country most of my life, I have come to love the sound of silence, whether inside or outdoors. The night silence can be loud, as various birds and insects, dogs or cattle in the distance, and the wind in the tree compete for attention. Be a prism, spreading God's light and love, not a mirror reflecting the world's hatred.
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Jann Arden is such wonderful multi talented lady!!! Great photo~~
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Beautiful picture and a very nice post.
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Jane Arden's words about love bring me back to the days when I travelled through divided Germany in 1976. It's true: love has the power to transcend any border. Thanks, Indigo, for sharing the post.
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Living in the country most of my life, I have come to love the sound of silence, whether inside or outdoors. The night silence can be loud, as various birds and insects, dogs or cattle in the distance, and the wind in the tree compete for attention.
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