Rants, Raves and Recipes from the Edge of Sanity
These days it seems more and more people are missing the meaning and the value of "private thoughts". The Baroness and I can drive hundreds of miles without a word; but that does not mean we aren't communicating.
Ahh, the golden silence, far too long we have heard the cacophony and strived for the stillness and serenity of nay of a word uttered...
there is a tribe in Africa, Ethiopia,I think, where, upon hearing of a death in a family, then come to that house, and sit in silence with the bereaved....and in so doing, then speak more than all our wordy platitudes....vaquero viejo
Or, borrowing that line from Steel Magnolias "If you don't have anything good to say about anybody, come sit next to me."+
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