As the dust settles,
children gone,
mind slows down,
and that silence begins.
Low hum at first,
rising to a roar,
until it is frightening,
engulfing,
overwhelming,
in its full presence.
As the dust settles,
children gone,
mind slows down,
and that silence begins.
Low hum at first,
rising to a roar,
until it is frightening,
engulfing,
overwhelming,
in its full presence.
mollykirkblog 
This is the silence I’ve been hearing the past week. My kids are in school–all three of them are finally in school. The youngest began Kindergarten, happy to follow his older brother and sister into the same school, his tail practically wagging. And I’ve got–I’ve finally got!–the hours I’ve been waiting for to write. It’s a little overwhelming some moments. And pretty wonderful most moments.
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We talked today about the difference between quietly and silently as we were reading Owl Moon by Jane Yolen. We talked about how much louder silent can be. Interesting connection for me today.
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