Friday, July 11, 2008

our overflowing laundry baskets, sorely neglected, cried out for relief.

the only other softball wife i really knew would not be attending this game.

so, i decided to cancel plans to cheer my husband (and the rest of the Red Scallions) on, in order to spend the evening conquering the laundry.

between loads (and loads and loads) i spent time in silence in my apartment…

reading.

thinking.

reading.

listening.

and took a much-needed breath.

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“Silence comes to heal the blows of sound.”

~Oliver Wendell Holmes

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how often do you get time alone? what do you do with it?

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