How comfortable are you with silence? My wife was away with the kids this weekend, visiting relatives, so I was left to fend for myself. I basically spent the whole time writing, other than brief interludes of attending church and going shopping for a new modem (I’m not too fond of AT&T at the moment). I spent almost the entire weekend in silence. Hours and hours of silence. I got a lot of writing done on my new book.
The silence made me wonder, however, about those monastic orders that live their whole lives without talking. I think it was the Carthusian Order that conducted themselves in silence. I’m not sure if they still do that, but the prospect goes a bit too far for me. An occasional silence will do just fine, but I suppose I really do need my own personal Greek Chorus of background yells, the intermittent thud of someone falling off the top bunk, and random status reports such as “Dad, tell Jesse to stop whacking me with the sword.”