shhhhh...

last night the owner took me to the boonies, a place with no streetlights to turn off, nor sidewalks to roll up when everybody was done with dinner. we joined a group of "uni's" at their coffee house to see a particular favorite singer/songwriter. another wonderfully talented woman well down that long string of internet musical gems. amy speace.

i loved her. her voice, her playing, her lyrics, her genuine warmth. we met her at the break and her smile was kind, her eyes engaged.

during an intro for one of her songs she talked about renting a cabin in the woods to clear her head and to write. she realized during her stay in the forest that sometimes we write the things we are afraid to say.

she didn't go quite so far as to say sometimes we are too afraid even to write.

yes. it's been very quiet in here. but not *in here*.