Some folks search for gold with lust and a vibrancy. They live their life on the edge of survival. I don’t search. I wander. I wonder. I’m lucky, it comes to me. So does the rain, the snow, and the ugly slush.
But when I need time, it’s not the gold that I look for. When I need space, it’s not the riches I see. It’s the silence I crave. It’s wandering inside the silver mine. It might be dirty and unfinished, but it’s quiet; it doesn’t hurt my eyes; and it’s a constant discovery.
In the farthest corner of my mind are the silver linings of my lifetime. They’re waiting for me inside the silver mine anytime I need to go see.
In the silver mine of my mind are my golden memories.
--me strauss Letting me be
6 comments:
Isn't it a wonderful and valuable experience to go mining inside ourselves? There are so many treasures hidden there. Some are new that I didn't know were there. Most times, the silver I find are memories I'd forgotten or let go of too soon.
Your post reminds me that when I need a quiet place, mining is good.
The quiet peace of mining is good. I'm going to enjoy getting to know myself again. :)
I've often found that writing uncovers and blows the dust away on the numerous shelves of my mind. I find myself re-experiencing my many 'so long ago' moments in a new and more introspective light.
When I understand better the places in my past, the world does grow quiet and the whispering voices cease. It's then that I thank the stars for putting a pen in my hand so long ago...
Once again, Liz, you make me think good thoughts.
~m
Michael,
I so enjoy the reflections you bring to this blog. Your experience as a writer expands my own. You inspire.
Thank you.
a silver mine. as a writer we are always digging in our minds to uncover the perfect phrase, the correct words. :)
i can relate to the part about silence. sometimes we just need the quiet to recharge ourselves.
Ah, Dsnake, the chances to recharge come fewer and fewer. Let's go find a place to sit on a beach for a while. :)
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