Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

the quiet type

In the quiet of the night, I can contemplate the most marvelous things or the most pitiful sorrows. I can make them as big or as small as I choose. With only the low hum of my fan, I sit here and type away. Sometimes I wish I could type away the misery of my own and other people's lives; yet I cannot. It is then that I feel so small. And I type and I type.

In the course of my typing along comes a moment of faith and I am renewed. To the cruelest of people I'd like to say, "keep typing, you're not there yet." To the happiest of people I'd like to say, "Keep sending out what you've typed and encourage us to continue in understanding joy and love."

In the quiet of the night I can type chapter after chapter of my life, knowing they may never be read, save by me? There are chapters that I've written that never a tear was shed, until I reread them. It's also possible that not a tear was shed when an actual event occurred. It is only through the growth of my spirit that I am able to look in hindsight and weep in sorrow or in joy. This is good. This means I'm moving along, while at the same time, I can stand still and feel what I didn't or couldn't before. I find it further astounding that I can take those combined experiences and apply them appropriately to whatever is going on today. I can know when I'm sad. I can know when I'm joyful. I can know when someone else feels those same feelings. I can offer a shoulder, a smile, or both. Yet when the pain of too much sorrow or too much joy would overwhelm me, I move to the quiet of the night and I type.


  1. Beautifully expressed. Thank you, wishing you peaceful types. Love Julie xx

  2. A jewel shining through~Julie,

    Thank you for visiting; sending you peace as well. Love, Dixie xx

  3. I feel the same sometimes, great post =]

  4. Dear Dixie,
    I think you realise that I very much relate to this beautifully articulated blog.
    As my fingers dance on my keyboard; I type in harmony with the message of your words.
    Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.
    In peace, Gary x

  5. Me, Myself, And I~
    Your empathy is greatly appreciated. :)

  6. Thank you Gary,
    A symphony of empathy. Bless those dancing fingers. x


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