In the Silence

I love to sit and drink my morning coffee.  All alone, in the deep silence.   One might think that there was nothing  going on,  but nothing could be further from the truth.   I somehow tap into an endless well of creativity.

I have a new creative challenge which opens the floodgates of my mind.
I don't want to rush it;  I want to  relish each morsel and bit.
It's for some far off future time.

I do enjoy the silence.   No need for music in the background.  And frequently, not even for conversation.  I am comfortable in the silence.  We live in lots of it,  Gerry and I,  but it is fertile, and rich and productive, like good soil.   Good soil silence.  He would love that image.
So do I.


I also love the image below, of a giant sequoia. strong, and silent and lasting.  Awe inspiring.