I may look like a Catholic housewife…
…but I think like a Buddhist feminist.
Speaking is a form of violence whereby we seek to force our thoughts into others’ minds.
That was my silent thought this morning as my poor brother attempted to speak to my headache encrusted mind. If it were true, I suppose that it would make the blog world the ultimate experience of sadomasochism, no? But it seems to me that there is a difference between the spoken word and the written word. At least the latter allows me to care at the time of my choice rather than demanding my immediate attention and attempt at concentration.
At times I do not merely crave silence, I deplore the sound of words. How about you?
sounds like you need a long quiet walk!