On the Half Shell – Living in the Raw

Shhhh. Listen. Can you hear it? ME EITHER! 🙂

Neither of my “preciouses” are here with me today. It’s SO quiet. Pete and Nala are resting, Hank is somewhere quietly doing cat things, and Percy bird is not chirping and singing this morning. When the boys come in every morning, he starts “going to town” with his nonsense.

It is 8:30, and I’m still in my jamas drinking coffee. I feel like I could just sit here till noon! Now that I think about it, my backyard birds are even quiet. Now this is getting eerie – like the fog this morning.

I can’t see them bustling about, and I can’t hear them – the birds nor my baby boys. But I know where they are – I can see them in my mind’s eye. I can hear them in the whispers (ok – maybe the boys’ aren’t whispering) of the aural of my heart.

Just.Like.GOD. HE is here. With me. In the fog. In the silence. In the stillness. And it is perfect.

Eucharisteo

January 26, 2024