into great silence

Silence has been on my mind again lately.  The cultivation of quiet.  I am remembering that silence can be prayer, that soundlessness can be service.  Perhaps it is a part of winter.  When I think of last February, I think of silently sweeping the floors in a sunny room.

Silently sweeping the floors in a sunny room.

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