Wednesday, May 12, 2004
This morning I've been reflecting on the degree to which I am addicted to noise in my life. Television, music, books, newspapers, internet, etc. Part of my problem is that my brain is almost always in gear - must think, must think, must think. This tires my wife, who is perfectly capable of sitting quietly in a chair enjoying the relaxation of just staring at nothing in particular, thank you very much.
Of all the spiritual disciplines, solitude is the one that freaks me out the most. I mean, it
seriously freaks me out. Every so often, I'll steal away and do a retreat type thing, but it's really really hard to put down the books and notepad and just sit and listen to God. I fidget and fumble and play with my jewelry, I flex my toes, I stick my hands into my hair. I know it truly is a discipline, and it is one that I am willing to apply myself to. But not today . . . I'm on my blog already, right?
