This will immediately give my age away. We went to a ceilidh
(Scottish country dances) on the weekend, and the music was just too loud.
It was a good band, and if we had been able to dance perhaps
I’d not have noticed. But with Don’s recent leg surgery, we were confined to
the table with the other non-dancers, who all seemed to feel a need to keep up
a conversation. Which is fine, if you can hear each other.
The conversations were interesting. I think. But I couldn’t
hear everything that was being said. And my own throat began to hurt with the
strain of shouting into another person’s ear.
At least there was a woman there who is younger than me, who
had to flee the noise because of a headache developing.
Life in the twenty-first century is just too loud. Have you
noticed that? Many people don’t feel comfortable unless there is music playing
in their ears; when they walk in the fields and forests, they do so accompanied
by the sounds of their favourite bands rather than the birds and bees.
If you can’t even hear the birds and bees, how on earth do
you ever think you’ll be able to hear God?
We walked out of the hall into the cool evening. The stars
were out. And as we drove into the silence, we both breathed a sigh of relief.
Now
I can hear, if only I will listen.
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