You may have noticed, but I can be a bit of a recluse.
No, I’m not resolving for 2020 to shed my introverted self and don a suit of gregariousness.
Instead, I resolve to remain a quiet person.
I will continue to share glimpses of my life, mostly my pets asleep, but some drawings, snaps of my family doing stuff, and hybrid word/images work.
When awesomeness occurs, I will mention it…eventually…
SHOUT OUT to all the introverts in the world. I see you.
My favorite quote about what lies within a quiet person’s mind:
“If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence.”*
Sometimes people don’t talk much, because they’re busy listening to the heart beats of squirrels.
*Words of Mary Ann Evans, who published under the name George Eliot, because this made her sound like she might be a man, more importantly, not a woman, something old dead dumb publishers thought was important.