I carry this quiet room inside me

© 2016 Amber Schley Iragui

because holidays

"And here I am sitting again, yes, sitting again by this faithful lamp, feeling indescribably serene and unhurried. I shall travel this day's path quite calmly and just take a little holiday—my eyes and head are slightly overstressed and overstrained. One must have the patience to do a little less."

–Etty Hillesum

photo friday: quiet

© 2012 Amber Schley Iragui

© 2011 Amber Schley Iragui

© 2012 Amber Schley Iragui

T H E   Y E L L O W   B O W L 

By Rachel Contreni Flynn

 

If light pours like water

into the kitchen where I sway

with my tired children,

if the rug beneath us

is woven with tough flowers,

and the yellow bowl on the table

rests with the sweet heft

of fruit, the sun-warmed plums,

if my body curves over the babies,

and if I am singing,

then loneliness has lost its shape,

and this quiet is only quiet.

Poem copyright ©2009 by Rachel Contreni Flynn 

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monday morning

quiet

"In returning and rest you will be saved; in quietness and trust will be your strength."

Isaiah 30:15

a quiet corridor

I create routine: walk to work, take vitamins, jog in Bronxville, practice the Alexander Technique. I use the Crestwood library. Read Jung. Do my dishes. Go out on dates. Cook for myself. Look at the stars. Blog. Pray. Dance.

I am not ready for desire to rear its insistent head. I don't want to entertain notions or hopes. To start negotiating, dreaming, wondering.

I try to be an open window in a spare room, a swept floor, a quiet corridor. But love is like a camellia bush, blooms falling on the ground, red and open.