When Words Fail

Sometimes silence is best. I tried to blog yesterday, but it felt forced, so I chose to be silent.

There are times my daughter asks me questions and instead of keeping it simple and then being quiet, I expound as if afraid someone else will fill the void if I stop. Sometimes she picks at me to get a response, and instead of ignoring the jibes and showing her how to be present to someone in quiet, I bite and the decibels climb.

Sometimes when it is too quiet, I become aware of the size of space. In this place sometimes I feel fear. Sometimes curiously observant. And sometimes I try to fill the space, even if only with a gasp.