There have been times in my past when I’ve been maddened by the silence delivered by another person. Utterly, horrifingly, maddened.
Where the lack of words or the overwhelming volume of white space or white silence has dredged a person through self imposed madness like catfish through cornflakes. Only not so tasty.
Here comes the horrifying realization; for someone else: you become that person –that wrathful punisher of cruel silence.
I realize now; that it was never with malicious intention so much as crippling fear.
The older I get; the less drama drenched my life seems to be. And I do prefer it that way, I really do.
I’ve just been thinking some about some conversations that I’ve had in the last month or so where clarity and comfort have finally floated up to the top of my generally mudelled consciousness.
It’s good.