I’m currently hanging around the Everglades area and so love a book I’m reading by Bill Lea. The title is “The Everglades” but the subtitle is “Where Wonders Only Whisper.” As fascinating as the Everglades are and as illuminating as this book is, that subtitle first went another direction in my head.
Grief has often taken me to a place that’s even louder than my normal high-decibel life. The cacophony threatened to drown out everything else. I may have even sought it out. But eventually - and sometimes - I’ve been able to listen closely and hear the wonderful, whispered words of comfort.