quietness. i am getting used to quietness. the sound of crickets, frogs, and the wind is often all i hear for the whole day long. my spirit is coming more and more to rest, too. i've been so busy for so many years- a lifetime of pushing. taking risks. doing things that no one has ever done before. striving to find the balance between sanity and creativity, stretched in the tension of call and rest. i'm thankful that God has arranged for me to live outside of the throbbing hum of the city- which i love- and in this place of peace, of tranquility, of green things growing. oh, how thankful i am to have green things growing. quietness. "He makes me to lie down in green pastures..." this season of life is a blessing indeed.