white noise

After a very hectic day at work, I had to stop in at the mall for a couple of errands before heading home. The family would have to fend for themselves for dinner, and there was a good chance that once I got home, I would collapse into the sofa dramatically, a show of my exhaustion. This kind of busy-ness makes me crazy. The “perfect” imagined scenario of the evening of a working mother – to arrive home to a lovely home-cooked meal, the family waiting for me, a glass of wine, and candles on the table – is something that occurs once in a blue moon. The real scenario – a fiesta chicken salad, a diet Coke, and a busy food court under construction (“Excuse Our Dust!”) – is less glamorous and much less desirable.

My mind begins to wander, as I sit alone at the round table in the food court. I am surrounded by people. There is a family nearby with two children – an older child in a wheelchair and an infant in a stroller. The infant cries. The older child stares into space. The parents talk.

There is a group of teenagers making a lot of noise at another table. Taco Bell wrappers fall to the floor. Cell phone keyboards get overworked.

There is a businessman, intently reading something on his iphone screen. He eats mindlessly, seemingly oblivious to all of the activity around him.

There are several workers with various cleaning accoutrements – the woman with the broom, the guy with the sanitizing spray and towel, the person with the rubber gloves picking up Taco Bell wrappers from the floor. They circle the space constantly, to provide a more desirable dining experience to the food court patrons.

I am surrounded by people.  As I sit and listen to the voices around me, I become acutely aware of a level of white noise that somehow drowns out all of the individual stories of each person in my line of sight. We are all part of this humanity that we call life. And it is grace.

As this awareness grows within me, I think of other times where white noise brings me closer to God. Like sitting in an airport, watching all of the people around me, wondering about each of their stories, the mass of humanity where people are coming and going or coming back to find their chairs inhabited by someone new. The person talking on a phone, or the parent chasing the toddler around the terminal, or the worker pushing the elderly woman in the wheelchair. The woman who never looks up from the book she is reading. People having conversations with strangers they will never see again.

This is a river of life.

We have a lovely walking trail near our house that runs next to the Brandywine River. When I walk the dog on the trail, the white noise of the river provides a soothing backdrop to the other sounds of nature. I can change my awareness as I walk along; in much the same way that each of us changes the awareness of our focus when we are sitting in a food court or an airport terminal. I can focus on the sunlight streaming through the trees, or the smell of the pine trees, or the stones on the bank, and at the same time, clear my mind as the river rushes along.

In the same way, I can delight in the infant’s cry, or the toddler’s tentative cadence, or the elderly woman’s gentle hands, and at the same time, clear my mind as the river of life rushes along.

I invite you to do the same.

A Blessing for the Senses

May your body be blessed.
May you realize that your body is a faithful and beautiful friend of your soul.
And may you be peaceful and joyful and recognize that your senses are sacred thresholds.
May you realize that holiness is mindful, gazing, feeling, hearing, and touching.
May your senses gather you and bring you home.
May your senses always enable you to celebrate the universe and the mystery and possibilities in your presence here.
May the Eros of the Earth bless you.

-John O’Donohue, in Anam Cara

6 thoughts on “white noise

  1. This was a such an encouraging reflection – and, in some sense, a “spiritual nudge”! I think that what you described is living out God’s invitation to “Live fully in the present moment” – yes? And that living fully involves the discipline of a mindfulness … being actively receptive to the presence of God in the momnet. So difficult to put into practice!


  2. Living in the present and acknowledging the beauty that surrounds us in any given setting is a wonderful way to live! Your insights are beautiful.


  3. Bexz: what a wonderful reflection! Able to take in all humanity, yet be in the moment and close to God. It reminds me of Thomas Merton enlightened moment in the middle of Louisville, KY in his autobiography, “Seven Story Mountain.” Thanks.


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