A conversation last night, after talking about the team’s plans for intensive Polish language lessons for the next few weeks:
1st friend: What about having an English fast for a few days?
2nd friend: Oh yeah, that means we talk English as fast as we can and see who wins.
Me: Great, we’re on! I’ll give you a run for your money.
1st friend: I wouldn’t want to compete with Anita. (This is the same friend who thinks I should be an attorney.)
I laughed and laughed, humored with the play on words and not needing to defend myself.
But today I’m trying to take a talking fast of sorts. I didn’t take a vow of silence, but almost.
Not because I’m ascetic but because I’ve been socializing and singing intensely for the last 3 weeks with The Hope Singers. Besides vocal fatigue, a sore throat virus attacked me, and now I can sing bass instead of 2nd alto. This has happened the last 2 times I was on Hope Singers, so I know the pattern, and know that a day of silence will be medicine.
We used to have a neighbor who led retreats with his wife. He told me of the time they led a 4-day silent retreat. “It was hardest for the women,” he said with a wink.
I’m the girl who has enough words to finish everyone’s sentences without even trying, and even today a lot of things want to come bubbling out, but it feels so incredibly good to just be quiet.
Until, of course, the moment that I think of some comment or advice that will completely change your life and you MUST hear it now.