A sudden hush, a sudden stillness…

It was turning out to be one of those mornings when everything and everyone seem to require your attention at the same time – like flocks of varied subjects and varied people plunging and pulling at you from all sides, until you feel they are going to rip you apart, as you can’t possibly stretch any further. And I was reaching that screaming point, you know, that state when you can actually hear the first little cracks from your seams, which will be closely followed by the actual snap. I wanted to say “stop, please stop, there’s only one of me, and if that doesn’t seem to be enough while I’m still whole, it sure won’t get any better if I’m shredded into small fragments!”. Yet, all this was just life going on, a life that seemed a bit too full, maybe too noisy, maybe too demanding, but… life, nonetheless, running, flying, or, as I said, “flocking in”, with its varied colours and feathers and tempos. But then, a friend called with the unutterably horrible news that another friend’s little daughter had been kicked on her head by her father’s horse, while she was happily grooming her own pony, and had not survived the wounds. I felt… there are no words to express what I felt. But there were no more and there will be no more thoughts of life being a bit too much, a bit too noisy, “flocking in” a bit too greedily and unrelentingly … because, this morning, when I was allowing myself to selfishly, ungratefully think of all that… there was a sudden hush, a sudden stillness – and life folded its wings.