I crave silence. I miss stillness. Perhaps it is because I have moved from the prairies to the bustling city thousands of kilometers away; or, maybe it is just my age. I cannot remember a time where I sat in utter peace, able to focus on each breath. For some, it may be as spiritual an experience as meditation, for others just a welcome reprieve. To me, it is oxygen. I need to be able to breathe again. My husband, Mike, and I have been married nearly 16 years. We've lived in several cities, always hoping to find that better job, better salary, better life. We're in our very late 30's and have never owned a home. Our children have never truly had a back yard of their own or a place to really put down roots. We've always thought it was because we needed more. More money usually. We've tried to fill the void in our hearts and minds from self-doubt and childhood trauma with gadgets, trinkets, toys, (and food; but, that's another matter for another blog...