Sound of Silence

I came across this journal entry written during my time in Greece. Although I have many good memories of my time in Europe, this entry reminded me of the deep loneliness I felt during the times when Isaiah was busy at school all day. There were a few moments that I felt isolated: not knowing the language, no real way to get around (except by foot), and Isaiah in school. There were many times abroad that I felt challenged and pulled in ways I never would have expected. Anyway, it's late and I can't sleep so I thought I would share the entry with you...



April 21, 2006

It's not the sound of silence that deafens me, in fact all my senses are assaulted.
I hear motorcycles soar by
the taverna's blare welcoming music
distant church bells ring--demanding attention

I smell food as restaurants prepare for dinner
the salty sea breeze off the bitter wind
freshly baked goods-- making mouths water

I see freshly painted fishing boats
crystal and sparkling blue water
packs of friendly Greek dogs--sniffing out a bite to eat

I taste the lovely fruits from the market
the dry wine of Kefolonia
the olive oil in every entree served

No. It's not the sound of silence that deafens me....
It's the sound of my silence

Like a force, noise rocks my senses
Like a force, silence binds my once free spirit... me

No. It's not the sound of silence that deafens me,
it's the sound of my silence that deafens my spirits, my character, maybe even my soul.