Linda G. Hill

Life in progress



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.

Author: LindaGHill

There's a writer in here, clawing her way out.

27 thoughts on “Beauty

  1. You changed your theme! It threw me for a minute, but I like it 🙂

    This is a beautiful post, thank you Linda.


  2. Do you mean this beautiful!


  3. This is a fabulous post, Linda. It reads as a free-verse poem. Really lovely.


  4. I get like this about babies.


  5. This is a beautiful post.


  6. Very beautiful Linda.


  7. 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 😉


  8. “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.


  9. 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…



  10. Love this. It’s beautiful.


  11. That is when silence seem to say so much yet so little.


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