bukowski quiet

It is quiet.

This week has been a big one for our family. Over the space of the last five days we have had:

Two Christmas concerts.

One little girl sick.

One final team dinner for me.

The yearly tradition of making dozens of mince pies with my mum.

A swimming assessment.

And a free dress day that I totally missed.

We have just returned from the mayhem and joy that is the pre-primary Christmas concert.

Miss 4 and I walked into the house, and it is quiet. She gathered her books and went to her room, and I to mine.

It has been so loud and busy over the past few days that the quiet is echoing in my ears.

I dare not put on the washing machine or the dishwasher. I just want to enjoy this time. This moment of peace.

Do you need to just stop and hear the silence?

I’m listening to it right now and it is loud, I tell you.

But I feel like my mind is, for once, not overwhelmed by things clamouring for my attention.

I feel like my lungs have space to breathe.




I know this is just a moment. But my goodness, it is life-giving and soul-reviving.

Join me for the journey,