Now in the morning, having risen a long while before daylight, He went out and departed to a solitary place; and there He prayed. – Mark 1:35
At one corner of the shop lies a part of my everyday world.
My so-called office… Where looking through the glass door reveal scenes of daily life.
My focus momentarily shifts to automobiles swiftly moving down the street, Their engines roaring, horns honking as if the road was their territory.
And then my eyes will be captured by people passing by… Some curiously taking a peek at what’s inside the small establishment, Some bold enough to enter and find out what it can offer, While some kept their gaze fixed on the path they are treading, Unmindful of this little nook which quietly stood at this side of the city.
My attention returns to the large space enclosed by the shop’s sturdy walls, While subconsciously listening to upbeat music being played on the radio, Keeping me company until this temporarily lonesome job is over for the day.
And as the day comes to an end, Conversations at home were centered on this small family business which just opened two weeks ago.
It all makes me miss being consoled by silence so sacred, Where all I hear are the mute whispers of the air that surrounds me, The rhythmic and calm beating of my heart, My breathing peaceful and relaxed… My body still…
And that soulful connection with the depths of my being… That heart to heart talk with my conscience – The sound of her warm and gentle voice… And her unfaltering wisdom which can only be deciphered by a mind quieted from the distractions of the outside world.
Silence…
Lately it has been so elusive.
