The Sounds of Silence

Simon and Garfunkel sang, all those years ago, about the 'Sound of Silence'. Or was it sounds? Anyway, I am enjoying listening to the sounds of silence in my home tonight. There is the sound of my heater. The sound of my fingers on my keyboard. That is about all I can hear.

I did some cross-stitching today. That was nice too. I cannot remember the last time I did any so it was great to do some again.

I find it very relaxing and rewarding and the result is beautiful to behold.

And as I was praised for my stitching today, I acted all nonchalant but, on the inside, I was chuffed as because it is a big deal to me to be doing cross-stitch and to be doing it so well.

Doing cross-stitch well is what my sister was meant to do. I was meant to be the cacky, left-handed one.

Well, phooey to that. I am left-handed, yes,but I am not clumsy. And I do beautiful cross-stitch.

Currently, I am creating a cross-stitch of beautiful flowers in a vase behind a bowl of lemons.

I aim to finish it in 2015. I began it in about 1995. You don't want to rush these things.

Might do some now as a pre-sleep relaxer.

Night all.

May you too overcome childhood scripts, find relaxing tasks and create things of beauty.

If you want to, that is.

Whatever you do, I wish you pleasure and delight.

Cynthia, the moonlight dancer.