My favorite time is the silence after all the students go out of the room. When I am left all alone. The sudden silence always feels like heavenly solitude. It feels overwhelming after the hustle and bustle of my students. Ironically, it is the time when I feel the utmost authority. The chairs are empty but I am left to own the world.
It is a time when I become appreciative of beauty from unlikely sources. I feel delighted with the buzzing sound of the antiquated electric fan. It becomes a soothing music. I recognize the beauty of the empty chairs with their repeating patterns. On my window, I come to see the butterfly tree with its pink flowers dancing like butterflies against the playful wind.
It is also a time for writing. When I can reach deep down in my soul and grasp its energy and emotion. Words cease to be elusive. And they build like formidable tower of Babel.
Above all, this silence brings me to talk openly to God my Father. In this silence he becomes not only my God, but also my intimate friend.
Thank God for silence…
