“Speak with integrity.
Say only what you mean.
Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others.
Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.”
[ Miguel Ruiz ]
Lately, I’ve been very quiet.
That is except for the daily remembrance – maybe even intrusive in some way (but then you can always skip over whatever you don’t want to read here – that makes it a bit better than sitting across the table from someone I imagine – you can decide what you want to hear and let the rest drift on by you) – a daily glimpse into whatever bit of myself I was willing to define myself by; whatever bit of myself I wanted to remember the day by a year later.
I’m not sure what I am to make of the consequences that come with my silence. Life here is so different from life outside (quicker maybe, slower at times – a haze, a mist, a dream). I understand that. I do. But sometimes I’m not good at – processing.
This is not an apology and it’s not a plea either. It’s – I guess you could best refer to it as a “whisper”. I longed to test my voice in this space again.
Wondering if there would be an echo.
Wondering if there would be silence.
Wondering what I would feel.
– I know this is not what I envisioned my first real post to be (I have other drafts – many).
Maybe this would have been better as a letter (would you have preferred it to be one?).
I think what I ment to say is
“I miss you. I miss me with you. I miss – everything. Thank you.”
[ “Breathe me” – Sia ]