I just got off the phone with you. As I write this, you're 33 days past four and you express all your wild thoughts clearly, with the energy of your whole mighty body. Seeing your animated face on my screen and watching you tell your tales feels like the greatest gift technology could give.
Today you had a school trauma. You explained that everyone in your class was singing a song but you didn’t feel like singing out loud. You said, "I didn't want to sing with them, but they were all looking at me, so I just standed there and cried." You didn't seem upset; just honest, matter of fact.
I thought if I were expected to sing a song out loud that I didn’t want to sing, I might cry too. Partially because I'm tone deaf so I'm selective about with whom I share my voice. But also because even though songs can be beautiful, a lot of times they just feel like extra noise. And the older I get, the less I love extra noise.
Hadley, the world can get so loud.
To remain calm and free, sometime you have to escape.
When in doubt, move toward the silence at the center of yourself.
Fully inhabit that space.
Don't be afraid.
If you get comfortable with your own quiet, I think you'll find yourself arriving at spectacular inner places.
More complete than anything other.
More real than the outside choir of noise and expectation.
This, I think, is what it means to be here. Completely present, listening to yourself.
Singing or quiet, together or alone, I love you,