The sign, announcing that on July 18 and 19 they will be paving our road, has been out there for a week, so early this morning I parked my car in the bank parking lot across the street in case I need a quick get-away. Actually, the road looks fine to me; in my estimation it is the only one in town without potholes.
However, in order to live into silence, solitude and simplicity, I’d better stop analyzing whether the road needs paving at all. I’m basically not a critical person, but how easy it is to get into the negative, thinking everyone else wrong so that I can be right. You know how it is-- an easy, incestuous habit.
I may be right about the road, although just as easily I could be wrong. All I have is an opinion based on my sporadic pothole count. If I’m not willing to write the letter, get on the committee, or speak to the folks in town who donate their time to make democracy work, I had better shut up and be silent. Maybe my best contribution to bring peace to this town, country, and world, is to practice the silence, solitude and simplicity that I long for.
However, in order to live into silence, solitude and simplicity, I’d better stop analyzing whether the road needs paving at all. I’m basically not a critical person, but how easy it is to get into the negative, thinking everyone else wrong so that I can be right. You know how it is-- an easy, incestuous habit.
I may be right about the road, although just as easily I could be wrong. All I have is an opinion based on my sporadic pothole count. If I’m not willing to write the letter, get on the committee, or speak to the folks in town who donate their time to make democracy work, I had better shut up and be silent. Maybe my best contribution to bring peace to this town, country, and world, is to practice the silence, solitude and simplicity that I long for.