I’m currently reading Matthew Kelly’s Rediscovering Catholicism (and loving it). One of the suggestions Matthew Kelly makes in the book is to carve out ten minutes a day for silence — and to use these ten minutes as praying / “listening” time with God. Deciding to give this practice a try really drove home to me how full of NOISE my life is. I listen to audiobooks when I do housework and take my dog walking. I listen to music when I take my morning bath (because, believe it or not, I don’t have a shower) and when I drive. I play my music library on random while I work. I realized that if I just decided to turn off the noise for one of those activities per day, I’d have my ten minutes, easy.
And I also found myself wondering why I’ve been so diligent about flooding every moment of my life with sound. Does it come from many years of living alone, and needing to keep loneliness at bay? Does it come from my constant desire to multitask (as someone who loves to read, being able to “read” while doing the dishes is a pretty sweet deal). Or . . . am I afraid of what I might discover in the silence?
I decided to let silence prevail during my morning routine in the bathroom. And on my first day, I threw the question out that Kelly suggests asking in the silence: “God, what should I do with my life?”
Actually, I got about as far as, “God, what–?” when an answer flooded in, before I was even done with the question.
I was stunned. I was amazed. And I was, I admit, a little skeptical.
Still, I feel inspired by the clarity of the “first transmission” to come through this new practice, and will continue to discern the best way to move forward. I trust another answer to whoosh in if I find myself stuck along the path — if I can just be silent long enough to listen.