Self Enforced Silence.

Today marks the first of four saturdays when I will be refraining from speech beyond 'pass the salt' type comments. This is part of an excercise in the spirital disciplines that are to become a thread in the daily fabric of my existence here. I seriously had no idea that fasting from speech would be so frigging difficult. So after waking up at noon and remaining mostly silent for two or three hours, I crashed again on my bottom bunk, exausted from my efforts.

After waking up I turned on msn, hoping from some respite from my suddenly conversationless existence. Within ten minutes it was brought to my attention that perhaps msn was a form of cheating in this new fast I'm embarking on. The click of the mouse sounded like a judges gavel when I shut down the conversation window.

I had no idea that a simple removal of vocal expression from one day of the week could prove such an insurmountable task. Why didn't God ask me to do something... less silent? Such as preaching from a soapbox for example?


Sigh. Some days I'm pretty sure that I am the least spiritual person in all Christendom.