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Quiet time


These days quiet times are few and far between.
Quarantined. Together. Always. 24/7.

Don't get me wrong. I love this gift of family.
Being together. All. The. Time.

But ... I'm also that type of person
Who loves some alone time.

In the past, my schedule allowed me
Time alone in the car driving or walking the dog.

Time to think. To wonder.
To reflect. To pray. To just be.

Without someone calling my name.
Over and over. And over and over.

Today I was gifted twenty minutes.
Alone walking the dog.

Harley doesn't repeatedly call my name.
She just gives me the puppy dog eyes.

What a gift. To celebrate my one little word.
Peace. And quiet time.



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  1. Ruth AyresMay 9, 2020 at 12:32 PM

    Yes, such a gift! I realized this week that I am missing some alone time. There's the tension between gratitude that they are near and the desire to be alone. I think the biggest thing I'm grieving is the quiet at night, the space between their bedtime and my own. It no longer exists. I'm coming to believe the tension is okay, and like you, there are pockets of quiet that soothe.

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  2. elsieMay 9, 2020 at 3:01 PM

    I am missing my time to myself too. It's just my husband and me, but sometimes it's good to be alone. I get it.

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  3. Leigh Anne EckMay 9, 2020 at 6:00 PM

    Peace and quiet even when your children are adults, is sometimes the best gift.

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  4. AnonymousMay 10, 2020 at 1:32 PM

    What you say makes so much sense. We all need some me-time. Now I understand that my walks are not only for the body but for the mind also. I hadn't thought of it before.

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