Reaching for Silence
ONE WINTER MORNING I sat cross-legged on the sofa in the TV room, as was my habit, a throw over my shoulders. We still called it the TV room, even though there was no TV in it any-more, just a lot of books and knick-knacks, and it could be chilly.
I closed my eyes and tried my best to tune out the world for half an hour or so to enjoy my
