Residing quietly within, is an appetite … a still, unassuming, yet ever-present, desire.
Its Voice is but a whisper … and it always defers to the demanding dominance of present circumstance.
I hear it whilst in the quiet of a gallery, or concert hall … when all of Today’s impositions are distanced.
It is there, in the Sanctuary of Silence, that the gentlest of murmurings is heard.
There … in the dramatic (and sometimes tender) release of those brushstrokes …
the melding and blending of Images; that stirring scene …
In the sonorous connection made with that particular harmony, rhythm, or lyric …
that contact is made with my Core.
It is in the Freedom found, in these experiences of connection, that my Soul’s private hungers find satisfaction … and my long spiritual droughts are sated.
‘Tis no less true when I read a word or phrase that echoes the cry of my very Being.
The Author or Composer has said what I yearn to express.
This awakens and fulfills the Wholeness of who I am.
I am delighted, beyond words, to, again, be with You, My Dearest Friend and Faithfully patient Reader. By the generous grace, and loving thoughtfulness of my Brother, Steven (who purchased and sent to me the new netbook computer that I now write upon), I can now revisit you and celebrate our sweet bonds.
I, simultaneously, celebrate this ... my 600th posting on my blog. Whoopee!!
I do love You so!