We can separate just about anything – one from another.
We can divide things, people, tasks and priorities, but it seems when it comes to separation of noise from silence, the cacophony of lives from peace and quiet – there seems to be no solitude. No quiet place of reflection and celebration. I read an essay the other day – writer and location aren’t important to my point – the writer found themselves without electronic connection of any kind, without communication, in a remote place without noise, without people. I read it and thought – how wonderful that would be. But would it? If we did it as a timed experiment it wouldn’t feel real. But to have it happen, to be just simply alone, in peace, in quiet – that seems like ‘stranded on a deserted island’ thinking. Most of us are so connected we probably couldn’t handle it. I wonder if I could. If I should. It’s not like going back to the stone age – it’s simply the idea of going back to the way things were not so very long ago. Not long ago. Not so very far away.
I’ve tried it. Not for days and days. But for hours. And, here’s the trick – if you can do it for hours, you can do it for a few more hours.
Yes, yes, connecting with people is good – universal salve for what is wrong with all of us, but sometimes we need something else, something different – so try a little disconnect time and see what happens.
Disconnection is unsettling at first – for minutes, for an hour – because it is different. It won’t suddenly transport you to the 60’s … but it will wake you up a little like walking barefoot on dew laden grass in the morning. The senses, including hearing, are suddenly tuned to everything NOT electronic.