When one person determines another to be accounted for in a marriage and the beginning begins, one cannot fully comprehend or take in what the future may hold. The whole process is a stab in the dark. Yet, if one prevails, the outcome is deliriously amazing. Stability. Belief. Laughter. Anger. Quaintness. Honing. A hand to hold. A heart to beat. A musical touch for the soul. Happy anniversary, Killingworth. May the adventures ahead in our tomorrows, sing many songs.
Hicks Killingsworth
2017 International Copyright
Monday, February 13, 2017
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Death
1/28/2017
Death changes us. We prepare. We think we know. We are even a bit cocky about how we will do things differently. Then when death takes the soul, we are altered. Forever.
The quiet after death is so loud that I think my ears will break. I listen, but hear nothing. And yet, it is soothing in its own comforting way.
I had this same feeling in Chipping Campden in the presence of bodies long gone cold. The experience tried my soul. I cried silent tears. And yet, I was consumed with another knowledge that gave me closer understanding. The universe is so big. And yet, we each distinctly matter. Herein is a large and mind-boggling thought.
Today, I will once again listen to the quiet ticking of the clock, and I will be still, and understand the uniqueness of silence.
Hicks Killingsworth
2017 International Copyright
Death changes us. We prepare. We think we know. We are even a bit cocky about how we will do things differently. Then when death takes the soul, we are altered. Forever.
The quiet after death is so loud that I think my ears will break. I listen, but hear nothing. And yet, it is soothing in its own comforting way.
I had this same feeling in Chipping Campden in the presence of bodies long gone cold. The experience tried my soul. I cried silent tears. And yet, I was consumed with another knowledge that gave me closer understanding. The universe is so big. And yet, we each distinctly matter. Herein is a large and mind-boggling thought.
Today, I will once again listen to the quiet ticking of the clock, and I will be still, and understand the uniqueness of silence.
Hicks Killingsworth
2017 International Copyright
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