#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

“Since there is no real silence,
Silence will contain all the sounds,
All the words, all the languages,
All knowledge, all memory.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

Deep sleep and an hour of snoozing the alarm. Deer in the field as the sun rose. One of those pre-holiday days where it feels like there is much to do. Where to begin? Begin with a quick clean up of the house and a good walk in the sun. Letting the light in. Frank still away. I am planning and planning trying to keep all the to-dos straight. I have one client today in the afternoon. I thought I’d get some writing done but I am distracted. My dear friend comes over in the afternoon and we have a good catch up and I vent to her about something and feel deeply understood. That’s a win. My head is clearing. We run some errands and talk talk talk. I make a double batch of my molasses cookies and put the dough in the fridge. My daughter comes with me to a friend’s house in town where, in her meditation room, a lovely space beside her house, she is hosting a sound bath healing. The evening, late afternoon, really, 5:45 p.m. is already so dark. There are stars. All the lights of Christmas on along the roads. It’s quiet and also quietly festive. The sound healing takes place on yoga mats on the floor and we have delicious blankets. I fall into a deep relaxed meditation surrounded by others who fall into a deep relaxation. It’s just right for tonight. The stars are still out as we drive the short way home, so glad we went.