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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

flowers in the dark



Perhaps there is a language which is not made of words and everything in the world understands it. Perhaps there is a soul hidden in everything and it can always speak, without even making a sound, to another soul.


- Frances Hodgson Burnett









'I love to smell flowers in the dark,’ she said. ‘You get hold of their soul then.’



- L. M. Montogmery

“One of the tasks of true friendship is to listen compassionately and creatively to the hidden silences. Often secrets are not revealed in words, they lie concealed in the silence between the words or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people.”

- John O'Donohue



Thinking this morning about how we speak in and with silence. How one soul communicates to another. How we feel and understand flowers in the dark, or in the soft light of a late winter afternoon. Thinking about listening to others compassionately and creatively. About silence in general. About winter. About how to tune into the frequency of the soul of things.

Half formed thoughts before the day begins. A long day at work ahead for me at the library (and an unusually early one!) - but then several days for my own stuff ahead. So all lovely. Thanks for stopping by and for all the gorgeous comments lately. Warms my soul.




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