The Beauty of Nothing

The beauty in nothing is, at first glance, counter intuitive.  At least to the frenzied YOU.  No worries-I know her well.  And, as I allow myself to come to a stop, I feel her, too.  That stop-it's painful.  So much so that it would be almost easier to get back to it.   Almost.  It's like catching a glance of something out of the corner of your eye, but it is a whisper from inside.  You almost miss it.  It's a whisper of thank you.  It's as if I am catching up with myself.  And really.  I am.