There are times when I feel so much, I could almost make up my own language. Because nothing in English can describe what I feel. With an overwhelming sense of torture can beauty–real beauty–penetrate my mind to press tears at the backs of my eyes and make my ears ring and it’s like OH OH OH I can’t stand it and I have to look away. Or dance.
How can one be surrounded with such stuff and survive? And yet I’ll follow it to the ends of the earth; craving it, desiring to be close to it no matter the cost.
In that moment that I am there, before the beauty, in the music, I am most alive… and grieving that it will die. And I with it.
Such is beauty. There are no words.
lindaghill.com 
December 1, 2014 at 1:14 am
You changed your theme! It threw me for a minute, but I like it 🙂
This is a beautiful post, thank you Linda.
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December 1, 2014 at 8:43 am
Thank you, Mary. 🙂 And I’m glad you like my new colour scheme. I thought it was about time for a change.
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December 1, 2014 at 8:49 am
You’re welcome, and the snowman is nice too 🙂
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December 1, 2014 at 8:51 am
I thought it went well with the falling snowflakes. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 3:20 pm
or even this beautiful
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December 1, 2014 at 8:42 am
Both very beautiful, Willow. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 3:20 pm
Do you mean this beautiful!
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November 30, 2014 at 1:41 pm
This is a fabulous post, Linda. It reads as a free-verse poem. Really lovely.
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December 1, 2014 at 8:42 am
Thank you, Glynis. Funny you should say that – I almost wrote it as a poem to put on my fiction blog. But it’s not fiction. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 8:26 am
I get like this about babies.
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December 1, 2014 at 8:40 am
I know just what you mean. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 8:06 am
This is a beautiful post.
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December 1, 2014 at 8:40 am
Thank you, Dan. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 3:11 am
Very beautiful Linda.
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December 1, 2014 at 8:39 am
Thank you, Paul. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 1:47 am
Very powerful post Linda. You will soon have life in the house again, remember to enjoy the silence, save that feeling for use for another day, where you need the silence 😉
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December 1, 2014 at 8:39 am
Thank you, Irene. I did enjoy it. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 1:45 am
“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.”
― Emily Dickinson
Your post gave me a bit of that chilly feeling… beautiful, Linda.
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December 1, 2014 at 8:38 am
Thank you so much for this wonderful compliment. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 1:43 am
I feel this exact way about my son when he giggles. Had anyone of said that tome six months ago I would have laughed at them…
Cheers!
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December 1, 2014 at 8:36 am
It’s astounding the impact our kids have on us… like you, I had no idea until my first was born. 🙂 Cheers!
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November 30, 2014 at 1:43 am
Very poetic.
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December 1, 2014 at 8:35 am
Thank you. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 1:37 am
Love this. It’s beautiful.
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November 30, 2014 at 1:38 am
Thank you. 🙂
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November 30, 2014 at 1:36 am
That is when silence seem to say so much yet so little.
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November 30, 2014 at 1:37 am
Silence too can be overwhelming. Thank you.
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