Yesterday I did what this blog is all about. In the cottage I sat in silence, solitude and simplicity. Same thing while walking the beach. Then this morning, while watching yet another sunrise from the outside deck, I called ‘good morning’ to my neighbor. A typically congenial conversation about the weather followed-- I can only describe it as a kind of silence. Let me explain. In the four years that I’ve been coming here the only exchange I’ve had with these neighbors was when early on I introduced myself while passing them on the sidewalk. Since then, as we’ve come and gone, I’ve tried to make eye contact. Nothing. It has felt like the air has been filling up with ‘silent noise.’ But no more. The noise of silence is gone, hopefully to be replaced by a silent morning wave.
Today I return home to a more noisy, social and complicated life. No complaints. I’m very grateful for the two worlds I live in.
