Hi everyone. Here were are remembering the letter Q.
This is going to be short and sweet. My laptop is sick, so I am posting from my IPad. I love my IPad, but I'm not a big fan of typing long messages on it.
Q is the perfect letter for a short post, because the letter Q makes me remember my love for Quiet.
In a three bedroom house of two adults and four kids, quiet was a rare commodity, but it was possible.
My favorite way to find quiet was to curl up with a book. In my own little cocoon, lost in words, it didn't much matter what else was going on around me. My mind was in a quiet space.
There was a space under the basement steps, where I would hide and write. Shhhh. It is my secret.
Church was a special, quiet time for me. I could sit and think and dream. Sometimes I even prayed!
We had a forbidden creek behind our house (my mother had a great fear of water). When I needed to really think or have a good cry, I'd slip away to the solitude of the creek and find my quiet.
Do you crave quiet? I still do and, I'm sure, always will.
I apologize if I don't get to your blogs for a bit. I will probably be reading, but not commenting like I would like to.