I’m going to miss the silence – the silence that surrounds and envelops me when I wake in the morning to an empty house. I will miss the peace and solitude I have become accustomed to during the nine weeks of healing and recovery since my April 29th surgery.
Waking to the cool dusky room filled me with peace to face another day of healing from a surgery that had developed complications. These morning hours, sitting in my room without worldly distractions drove me, dare I say it, to mediate and self-examine.
As I sip my coffee this morning in the quiet room, I know the world is at the door ready to overtake my calm and my peace. And as I rejoin the hectic and intrusive world, I will most definitely miss the silence.