With the inclement weather in New York City the other day, Catholic New York closed because traveling around would have been dangerous. Like a child receiving a snow day for school closings, I embraced the day with excitement and joy.
However, how I spent the day was vastly different with how I would have as a child. A snow day in my youth would mean building snowmen, having snowball fights, and tobogganing down the hills of Yonkers. Yesterday, I did none of those things. In fact, I didn’t even leave the house. Instead, I rarely left my bed.
For the past two weeks I have been fighting a case of bronchitis and I think my body needed the time to rest and recuperate. I spent the day in near silence with little communication, sending out only a few text messages to friends. By the end of the day, I felt much better mentally and physically.
I think that sometimes silence is undervalued—that is what I learned from my experiences yesterday. Just like our body sometimes needs time to rest, our brains sometimes need perfect silence. I’d like to say that in the silence I found myself praying more than usual but I didn’t—at least not this time. But now that my body is rested, my heart and soul crave the same stillness and silence. This weekend, I hope to find time for just that.