Sitting in an old cemetery writing…
A few days ago I received a beautiful present: the keys to an old cemetery to come and write in silence. After only two hours here, my fingers are flying madly on the keyboard and already finished a week’s worth of work. But there is more to it. The silence. There is a special silence coming from somewhere within this place, a sort of tranquility that one can only find inside the deeps of their soul.
The sun is setting over the graves and I wonder what is their story? Did anyone write their stories, documented their experiences, enjoyed their company? I may never find out, but I will enjoy the positive energy this place is vibrating with.
Sitting in an old cemetery writing….