I’m grateful for words when we need them, and silence when we don’t.
It seems Mother Nature knew the value of both, which is why the Earth is quiet by default, and equally surprising in its own varied, unexpected, sometimes tragic, often raucous, and truly transcendent way.
So this most unusual Thanksgiving Day finds me listening, and grateful, and quiet. Remembering the joyful, boisterous Thanksgivings of years past, and waiting for the joyful, boisterous Thanksgivings of years to come…all while enjoying the beauty of both. For both words and silence have their place, and learning to stop and listen has a value all its own.