Make no mistake, I only achieve simplicity with enormous effort. As long as I have questions and no answers I’ll keep on writing.
Clarice Lispector
Hour of the Star
There’s no music without depth of silence upon which to paint notes. Often I have shared my love of ‘silent music’ – the spaces in between. Absence of answers, the unfinished, the infinite, the eternal, the questions – are as important to me as expressed chords and symphonies, every bit as important to me as the words I yearn to read, and shape upon my tongue, and set down upon a page, and have engraved upon my heart, occupying my days and nights, my soul-work, my love, my leisure.
It’s not arriving, or the making of judgments, proclamations, speeches or songs that draws me towards the eternal. It’s living with questions that have no trite answers. Writing, reading, making poetry and prayer, long-savouring notes and words, meditating before the great backdrop of silence. Effort. Gratitude. Occasionally glimpsing an Eden of simplicity.
wind in my wheels 🌱 
It is true – it is simplicity in silence, in intention – that one can feel most a part of something incomprehensible and wondrous…xx
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Yes. Silence. It grows more and more attractive with the passing of the years … though I’m so passionate about words like these, and in poetry and literature, to communicate with one another. Somehow though I feel that there can be no mistake in much of creation’s being at least quiet if not quite silent xx
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