To learn to concentrate without effort
and to transform work into play
I need to have and hold a zone of silence
in my soul.
~ from Nan Merrill’s Journals
We collect data, things, people, ideas, 'profound experiences,' never penetrating any of them . . . But there are other times. There are times when we stop. We sit still. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.