In the stillness I am thinking of all the noise that was out there in the world yesterday. Worst of all, the explosions and aftermath in Oslo, and the eighty or more gun shots at the island retreat nearby. Also alarming, the negative rhetoric between our government officials.
As I sit in my quiet house I’m feeling helpless, discouraged and a little fearful. From time to time, however, I get some solace from the thought that those of us who long for silence, solitude and simplicity have the mysterious job of holding the silence (and the peace) for those making the noise or having to participate in it.
I know that one of these days I’ll be on the side of noise, and I’ll be glad that someone is out there holding a silent vigil for me.