Sometimes (well…more than sometimes if I’m honest) I wake up in the middle of the night and want to paint, or read, or just sit and meditate or think, or write…anything but sleep. My husband snores quietly without any whispers in his head that stir him from his slumber. And I like it, I really like it. It’s my time. I own it and don’t want to give it up or share it. At these times I am so happy he is a sound sleeper so that I can visit my favorite hour without disturbing him.
Yep, I am a silent seeker. I can do, think, study and read what matters to me. Priceless. Precious. Perfect. Moments That Matter! Rita