Weeks into this new year I’m coming out of a silence. Don’t misunderstand. I have been writing and working. And through the holidays–which extend through Chinese New Year in our household–I’ve been social. But I’ve also felt the desire and the need to retreat into reflection whenever possible. At this darkest time of the year, just past the winter solstice, this yearning for silence makes sense on many levels. It represents the time and space to let my creative spirit rest. It is a necessary and welcome element of replenishment, healing, and rejuvenation. It is the white space on the page. The space between heartbeats. It is dream time and sleep. The easeful rest before the wild demands of spring and new projects and new stories.
Welcome silence without fear.
It is the time and the space to breathe and grow.
