For the past week, without realizing it, I have allowed the political conventions to usurp my silence, solitude and simplicity. The TV blared, the pundits entered our home, and I responded with an array of emotions from mad, to sad, to glad and everything in between. Politicians and the media were taking over my life and I, by default, was allowing it to happen.
Tonight I turned off TV, and was offered an immediate and obvious sense of silence, solitude and simplicity—no convention shouting, no human beings stepping out of the screen, and no complicated rhetoric to sort through. As the evening goes on, I’m feeling something deeper as I sit alone in the simple silence. I have the time to do what really matters to me, which may be not much, but could be something spectacular. Always a mystery.
Although I’m still wearing my political button, I have my spirit back. How easy it is to give it away without even realizing it.
Tonight I turned off TV, and was offered an immediate and obvious sense of silence, solitude and simplicity—no convention shouting, no human beings stepping out of the screen, and no complicated rhetoric to sort through. As the evening goes on, I’m feeling something deeper as I sit alone in the simple silence. I have the time to do what really matters to me, which may be not much, but could be something spectacular. Always a mystery.
Although I’m still wearing my political button, I have my spirit back. How easy it is to give it away without even realizing it.