Visits

There is a quietness that seems to flutter into my life at times.

Unbidden yet always a gift.

 It's at those times, that I can imagine being filled up.

Like a dried sponge in a deep pool of water.

This quiet filling, this peaceful refreshment has never happened when I have hoped.

It makes those first few days afterwards difficult as I'm so reluctant to pour it out... and well...

 there is simply no other way.

And when the house is quiet and the dishes are done and my soul snuggles up with the peace...

I am reminded, there is enough.

Always.