But waiting.

It's quiet in my house right now. 10:05pm. Everyone -- even the dog -- is sleeping except me. Maybe this isn't exceptional to you. Spending all day, everyday with a 4-year-old & 2-year-old makes silence more pronounced though.

It has been a quiet few months for me in a lot of ways. I have a milestone of a birthday looming & I have been spending some time touring my life. In some cases, it feels as if I am seeing it for the first time. At other times, it feels like looking at much loved art or photos. The deluge of thoughts that accompany these wanderings ebb & flow as time allows, for life is suddenly busier as well.

I haven't had much to say or write, lost to my internal reverie as I've been in my spare time. Not to mention my hands have been busy with other tasks. And so it cycles. Speaking gives way to wordless reflection. Writing steps aside for a the click of needles. Reading waits while the music plays. Not gone. Not forgotten. But waiting patiently for the future to unfold as it will.