So much is noise. Noise shouting. Noise accusing. Noise wanting to be recognized.
For many, their personal landscape is without life. Lots of dust swirled by wind. Nothing green for summer. Nothing red and orange and yellow, God’s paintbrush, for Fall. The noise.
A couple of days ago a lady stood behind me in the grocery store check-out. She had a gentle smile, looked at my shoulder and not my eyes. She couldn’t see if there was a chip there. She had two small packages of tortillas…in one of those “why not?” moments I said, “Let me take care of this for you,” as I pointed to her two small packages. She grabbed them as if I was a threat. Shook her head. Puzzled brow that had not vacated fear.
I figured it out. Sometimes it takes time. She couldn’t understand English. To the cashier, “Ma’am, do you speak Spanish?” She shook her head.
I explained what I’d like to do, “Please ring up these two items…put it on my tab.”
I then felt a tap on my shoulder, “Sir? Thank you; my mother appreciates it.”
The smiling lady then explained to her mother. I think the mother then understood as the pursed lips turned to a smile.
Maybe. Maybe a moment when it wasn’t noise. Maybe a moment when connection happened.
Of course I don’t know. The point was….
But for many…and I’m not exempt…random acts of caring, way too often, are blared out by the shouting, the whining, the noise.
Thought of that this morning…how many…again, myself not excluded…find the human landscape to lack vitality, life, even the will to breathe. A wasteland, given theme on every news broadcast.
Then. The noise turned to a quiet solitude…as this youtube showed up at my computer this morning. So. I listened. I saw the dust and landscape and nodded. In all that, even with mountains in the background the music and voices…just 5 in the group…brought a chorus of “Hallelujah.” I could no longer hear the noise…and the swirling dust didn’t choke me.
The day is still to be…but hopefully so are you…and I. To know at the deepest level, noise doesn’t win, doesn’t have a chance. The music went deep…and it will continue…as sustenance, as truth, as good news. I share…and hopefully you will give up 5 minutes of your day…and find the bucolic, the goodness. For each of us…