My husband and I were talking about music and the absence of sound is part of the making of music. It poetry, we have white space in stanza breaks and even the margins frames the poem.
Absence from blogging could be considered lack of discipline. But I think I just needed some white space in my mind. These past weeks I have used my words and energy to be fully present for my sister.
When she left, she said: “I didn’t think I’d love anyone as much as I love you.”
I had been absent from her and she me for the reasons we were. White space. Absence. Potential.