Cultivating Summer Quiet
I thought I loved quiet until I realized I am also afraid of the quiet.
Lately, my experience of quiet has felt like slowly disengaging the bandaid over a still-healing wound. The open air stings, the wound looks questionable, I’m instantly cautious with my surroundings — I don’t want to bump the thing.
Quiet used to feel invigorating. Life-infusing. Like…
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