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Some Quiet Between He & She

I found this gem on Fiona Tribe’s (@white_owly) twitter feed. So much so that I have been sitting with this for a bit now, seeking some quiet.

Our lives and our times are often bound by what goes in our head and what we think goes in another’s head! Its a deadly combination.

As I type this, I wonder what you think!?! 😉

I tell myself, ‘Perhaps it is necessary to quieten down a bit. In the mind. Especially, of what other people think.’ I reason, I will have reduced the chatter by 50%. While that is impeccable logic, I am immediately present to what would happen to my chatter about me if it others werent involved in it.

You see, whats the point?

Amidst all the noise, I think the way to get to quiet is to not start with an ideal picture of what quiet is and go after it. Perhaps let quiet evolve.

After a while that begins to make sense. I invite quite by being present to noise.

It makes sense to me.

A Picture, An Anklet, and the Sounds of Yesterday

Some pictures don’t just capture a moment—they bring back a world.

There was a time when our home echoed with the soft chime of an anklet. The little miss loved it, and so did we. It was more than an ornament; it was our personal GPS—a subtle tracker of her movements, her mischief, her presence.

And then, time did what it always does.

I don’t even know where the anklet is now. But this picture? It took me straight back. To a time when tiny feet ran around, when silence was more alarming than noise, when aspirations and dreams had a different shape, a different urgency.

Some pictures do that—they remind you, they whisper, they nudge.

And for a brief moment, you’re not just looking at the past. You’re feeling it.