Some things are not meant to be spoken aloud. They require silence, a sense of preservation, protection, a cocoon. Words can shatter that cocoon, diminishing the vastness of what’s happening within you by pressing it into the narrow form of language.

But then there are others that seem to beg to be spoken, breaking through the stillness, finding completion and shape, becoming tangible.

Perhaps these are the same things. Some are simply still ripening, held in the womb of our inner world, while others are ready to be born!

© Elena Shuwany