Focus on breath

Could it be that there are times in our lives when there is nothing to say?  One waits and watches the new scene unfold?  

I am journaling privately, but in my caccoon time, I don't know what I should share nor how to share it. 

I am doing work, much of it mundane, but working much more on staying in the now, and being grateful. There is so much abundance that I keep catching myself saying "thank you.  I love you."  I don't know why I say it or to whom I'm addressing. This abundance richly hues my life in such a contrast to the monotone darkness of pain and suffering I left last year that time is wearing down the scars.  The tears are over and a rest, peacefully each day in the joyful sun.