Silence Seekers and Over Thinkers

Marci sent me this quote a few days ago.

I like Prince Ea, I like his positivity and urgency, he seems like a really cool dude - quotable and all.  But, this isn't about the words you see above.

I took that picture of a cold winter's night somewhere close to three in the morning.  That's a nice dry piece of ash lighting up in the fireplace and a candle above it illuminating a corner of the Ansel Adams print above.  In the foreground, a glass of scotch on rocks.  I took the picture for reasons I can't recall.  But this isn't about the picture either.

This is about her, my wife, Marci.  She sent me that quote because she wanted me to know that she knows.  She understands the late nights, the seeking silence.  She understands that I need to sit and listen to the stories the fire will tell, the songs the wind will bring, the poem night offers.

I am so grateful for that.

I love you faithful friend, understander, noticer, wife.


From Marci's ... things you don't expect to hear from the backseat ...
 
"That arrow is not the arrow of destiny."

Or is it?  I never can tell...


Peace.

(It's funny, I think this quote helped me find the courage to finish and publish Doubting the Minutes which I'd been struggling with.)