12292012

quiet days...

12172012

yesterday afternoon, my husband and i went outside and sat on our back porch. not an event, usually. except, this time, it was. we chatted, like we always do, while sipping on red wine. we exchanged stories: beginnings. and middles. and ends.

we talked. we talked. with eloquence. but then. as if by design. as if by agreement. a silence fell. a quiet. a calm. and in the entire universe, there was nothing but the two of us. sitting beside one another in the gently droning stillness. he. and she. you. and i. in wordless communion.

sometimes, eloquence is silence.

12082012

another mindful serendipity...

dawn cascades from the sky and

reaches through the window

washing my fingers with

liquid tourmaline

12022012

walking through the maze-like womb of my neighborhood,
the air tasting of autumn and smelling of tranquility,
i am struck by an impulsive thought:

i wish i could ring random doorbells and,
when people open their doors, say,
hi, i'm nevine.
may i come in for tea and conversation?
without them thinking me insane.

but i challenge that intrusion and keep walking.

and the thought vanishes
as all thoughts do
vanish
and are replaced by 
new thoughts
new challenges
new vanishings

vanish... such a delicious word!
like a breath... now here... now gone.