People ask me why I’ve not published my blog the last few months. My response is that I’ve not wanted to add to the noise.
At least in sports we’re honest enough to call the racket, “trash talk.”
A friend once explained to me why a meeting had taken so long: “Everything had been said, but not everyone had said it.”
That’s how I felt the past few months. I would have been adding to the uproar. So I stayed quiet.
When our oldest daughter was a child, my wife’s favorite children’s book was Jill Murphy’s Five Minutes’ Peace. Note this was Sally’s favorite book, not necessarily Jenna’s. The idea was that a harried, frazzled mother needed, not an entire day off, or a week’s vacation, just five minutes alone in the bathtub when she wouldn’t be bothered by the demands of being a mom.
God, from this frenzy, give us five minutes’ peace.
Buddhist teacher Thich Nhat Hanh wrote, “Stopping, calming, and resting are preconditions for healing. When animals in the forest are wounded they find a place to lie down and rest completely for many days . . . They just rest and get the healing they need.”
It’s not an accident that the language of spirituality includes words that encourage us to call “Time out” occasionally.
Ecclesiastes, chapter 3, says, “There’s a time to speak and a time to be silent.”