“Being busy is a way of being loud. And what my daughter needed was quiet space…” 
                -John Green, “Whispering,” The Anthropocene Reviewed p. 196

                It’s been a busy kind of day. A loud kind of day. This to do, and there to drive, and that to hurry back home for afterward. So much of my culture asks me to live busy. To live loud. All that’s celebrated as though it’s the way to succeed, the way to be, and of course in many ways I’ve internalized it.
                And tonight, settling into stretching—before that watching the fireflies, but only for a moment, I was busy—I want quiet space. Quiet space so that even this feels a little misguided. Even whispering feels loud. Busy. Green talks about whispering as something that calls us to be quiet, to listen. And I like that. And I like sinking through that to silence. A quiet space, not soundless, and also not intent on communication. And so—