Quiet – Five Minute Friday on a Sunday
Linking up with Kate Motaung for Five Minute Friday – on a Sunday. A post about the role of “Quiet” in my life has been rolling around in my head for sometime now. Then Kate chose the word for the weekly Five Minute Friday prompt, where we write for five minutes on a word and then publish it, with only minor tweaking.
So, let us…
Begin The Beguine
Quiet – a word describing my house since 7/31 when Rommie moved to heaven. Even when I am watching my Elvis That’s The Way It Is dvd or have music playing on my Kindle, the house is still quiet – still quiet despite the beautiful music.
It is amazing the amount of noise Rommie made even though she was a quiet dog. She did not bark unless there was something I needed to know, such as a squirrel running across her fence, or the neighbor putting a can of wasp spray on the top of his fence, or the neighbor’s across the street getting new furniture delivered.
The only noise as I type this post is the clang, clang, clang of the weathervane that Mom gave me, as somehow it broke. (I must remember to get the duck tape out and fix it.)
There are no more nails clicking across the hardwood floor, or clicking as she ran outside to see what her BFF Jewels was barking at, or clicking as she tap danced because she was getting chicken and rice for dinner.
There is just quiet.
Be still, and know that I am God.
Oh, this is so very easy to do now God in this empty house.
Stop! In the Name of Love