Why Silence Is a Beautiful Treasure Chest

Oh, the gifts it holds when you let it speak

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Hey, Kids! How’s everyone in our beloved Pub Family? And in the rest of Medium Land? Didja have a good week? If so, wanna share in the comments so we can cheer you on?

And was it a sucky week? The kind you’d rather not see again? I hope not. But if you did, you’re welcome to share that, too. My cyber kitchen is always open and I’ll send some cuddles along with a big plate of warm, gooey, chocolate chip cookies 🍪🍪🍪 and a fresh pot of tea 🫖. How’s Bengal Spice? That’s what I’m having right now, but maybe you’d prefer another kind. Or hot chocolate. I can do that, too. Extra fun now that I got a little frother last week! Woohoo! Happy dancin’ for the frother! 💃🏻

As I’m parked here on my super soft, comfy, overstuffed couch, I’ve got a good view out the large window — and an awful lot of fat, fluffy, fluttering snowflakes drifting down from the heavens. Hm. I was hoping some delightful alliteration would make it feel a little cuter, but that was an epic fail. 🫣 Snow = 🥶 and 🧊.

Yuck!

My yummy comfy couch with an extra deliciously soft blankie draped over it (and boy, does it ever make naps oh, so delightful!) And see? Giant mug sitting there by the salt rock lamp. That Bengal Spice tea I mentioned.