Imagine… a chair in a grassy field where you sit…all alone, mind connecting with Creator, perspective peeling away confusion Imagine… a morning plumb with hush sunlight streaming through blossoming roses, desires to live deliberately swelling inside, prayers seeping though pen onto paper Imagine… a morning fills with unrushed moments when listening permeates your being, what …
Silence
“It doesn’t matter if anyone else understands. You do, and that’s all that matters to me.” The words stir my mind; a mind transfixed on silence. Only the refrigerator’s hum fills the still as I’m thinking… What would it be like if I were alone, every evening, in an endless string of solitudes? Silence, the womb …
JoDee Luna Art 