About a month ago, I wrote about the art of communicating. And I do believe it is an art. A wise man once said that it takes a certain degree of insight to know when to speak and when to be silent.
I love silence, most of the time. There is a magical mystic about a glance without words, a touch that tells all. But there are also times when silence is like a shape knife that penetrates deep, wounding the spirit, creating a gap that allows doubt to push aside other fragile emotions that try to stay positive.
One word. Just one, many two or three, can flood the heart with sunshine. A simple “hello”. Or “thinking of you”.
I have timed this gesture, it takes less that 10 seconds. But oh, the joy these seconds can bring.
In this world where we move about at a reckless speed, how sad that we cannot spare 10 seconds.
