quiet paws.

Quiet Paws [kwahy-it] [pawz]

n. 1. a stop or rest for a short time to enjoy freedom from noise or other disturbance; tranquillity; rest; repose. 2. peace.

adj. 3. a break or rest, making no disturbance or trouble. 4. free from unwanted or annoying activity; tranquil, peaceful. 5. free from worrying feelings. 6. avoiding or free from busy activity. 7. still or moving gently. 8. making no noise or sound. 9. free, or comparatively free from noise. 10. give pause, to cause to hesitate.

v. 11. to make or become quiet. 12. to make a pause; stop; wait; hesitate. 13. to dwell or linger. 14. to walk gently or softly esp. with regard to the foot of any animal.

[ME, from L: rest, repose] – quietly, adv. – quietness, n.
[late ME, from L, from Gk: cessation] – pausal, adj.

Simply put, this site gives me the opportunity to share some of my favourite things, thoughts and words. Hopefully you’ll find something of interest to catch your eye, your ear or your heart. If you do, it would be great if you’d linger for a while and take some time out from this busy, busy world to ‘paws’ and reflect. 

I used to hate reading those stories about people who had a ‘calling’ early in their life and knew what they were going to do when they were older. In the same bag I classified those people who were following a pre-destined path, like those kids who become lawyers or doctors simply because it’s ‘in the family’. So it was with some horror that I discovered I had one of these stories in my own life. Perhaps we all have some kind of early calling or inner passion which we bury or lock deep inside…look closely, you may just find your own.

Writing and photography have been a part of my life for a very long time. I used to write (very) short stories during my primary school years in a little red vinyl-covered notebook. As for photography, when I was eleven I won a little Kodak camera in a competition at the local scout hall. That camera used to travel everywhere with me, as I tried to capture as many life moments as possible. However somewhere between the ages of eleven and twenty-five I lost my way, with the pen slipping from my fingers, and the camera dropping from my eye.

Fast forward a few years and I find myself here – trying to reconnect and commit to the passions of my youth. As it is with them that I finally realise I belong.