This morning I write from a hotel in Indianapolis, my dear friend who traveled here with me still asleep across the room. It’s quiet now.
I miss my family. Tonight, we fly home.
These two days I’ve spent time with a few women I’ve known for years and many more women I just met. The combination of conversation, listening, and soul-shaking laughter is good for me.
Writing for 31 days straight isn’t the hard part. It’s the writing for 31 days straight and then hitting publish. Sometimes I just don’t have anything to say. It will take me a few days to process some things from this conference. I’m a slow absorber.
“When we make room for silence, we make room for ourselves. Silence invites the unknown, the untamed, the wild, the shy, the unfathomable – that which rarely has a chance to surface within us.”
Gunilla Norris, Sharing Silence
Now that my talk here is over, I can feel myself starting to move on to the next deadline in my head. That’s a problem and I’m not okay with it. The time of silence this morning brings this to the surface. Today I want to practice relief.
This is day 13.