Love, where it is present, does not need to be said. And where it is not present, it cannot be said. Now, I tell my children every time I speak to them that I love them, but only because the words, too, where the reality is present, feel good. It is an added kindness to a felt presence.
Silence is a sort of island in the river of Life where beginnings and ends, before’s and after’s, consequences and responsibilites, fade. You cannot seize one moment in time, but perhaps you can seize a group of them, all at once, and live in them in peace until the spell fades. Most of us spend much of our lives looking for such peace, and it is always right there.
I don’t know if I just said anything worth reading, but it felt needed in the writing.