WITHIN THE COCOON OF SILENCE...

... is when the magic comes to life.

There are days when my mind is quiet and others when the words flow with no end in sight. Constant ramblings, snippets of story lines, dialogue, scene ideas, and what have you.

Today, though, has been a hushed day with little to no extra chatter. The normal built-in to-do list is on autopilot with little to no luck of turning it off, but from there, the home front is still. Calm even.

Come to think of it, this entire week has been quiet, with no rush to click open Facebook with some sort of sassy comment or quick words of encouragement I like to share at times. At first I was worried. Worried I didn't have a lot to say because I live so far away from 'everyone'. Worried I would lose readers with my radio silence. Worried I wasn't as interesting as many of my friends. (Silly really when we all live such different lives and have different outlooks).

During the stillness of this morning, before the children roused and started their daily activities, something occurred to me. It's okay NOT to have something to say. Give myself the time to turn reflective and let the daily humdrum fade away.

What if this is the calm before the storm? The stolen time before all hell breaks loose and I have so much to say there won't be enough time in the day to get it all out of my head? I crave those days, truly. But what am I to learn when the words slow? Should I force them or take a beat and let the silence speak?

In the last few days I've come to realize my muse is sneaky and clever, willing to give me my answers, if I only listen. Letting the thoughts, ideas and words accumulate, marinate if you will, is just as powerful as typing way word after word.

You see, in just a few days I begin two long projects that I have no doubt will consume my every thought for the next four months. These projects have weighed on my mind for the last year and a half, my muse knows this and I suspect preparing. Hoarding the creative energy until it's time to let it overflow and pour out onto the page.

For now I must embrace the quiet, enjoy the stillness and let my mind harness the creativeness the universe is providing. My muse is smart enough to listen.

I just need to accept the quiet as a gift and sit back, ready for what is to come.

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