One of the crucial beauties of the cabin is the breathtaking silence that allows for quiet reflection. I wish I could find such a sanctuary in my mundane life and not need to escape 45 minutes from home. Yet, that said, perhaps it makes me that much more thankful for the space to breathe only a short drive from reality.
Each time we’re there, I seem to write these marathon entries that bounce around in streams of consciousness. They seem so random, so scattered. However, only in documenting the random do I find the threads of grace that keep my head above water these days. It’s only in the stillness, the silence that I can make sense of the scattered.
I need to make room for more silence in my life.
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Descartes is said to have locked himself in a cabin for months while he was making sense of the scattered. Great image you have there, “only in the stillness, the silence that I can make sense of the scattered.” Thanks for sharing.