We all have an invitation
A choice to live a moment
Or to slip away, shy away, hide away
A sliver of a difference on the surface
But an entirely different world
depending on which we choose…

Some days we need to get quiet
The kind of quiet that lays out the canvas
For all the myriad of thoughts to come
Marching, splattering, clattering in. We might wonder,
in the thick of it
How does this noisy stillness bring me
any closer to peace…