Nothing is so strong as gentleness...
St Francis de Sales 1567-1622
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
"The morning sun, the new sweet earth, and the great silence" -TC McLuhan
Silence, is there silence in a city? In the middle of the night? In the early morning? At dusk? I don't think so. And I'm really aware of noise today. I went to put the bins out for collection and huddled behind a bush is a baby possum, obviously fallen from a branch or a wire. It is trying to make itself smaller than small. And I hear every noise in our street, aware that each one is probably making this little creature more & more scared. The garbage truck roaring & screeching &clanking, my neighbour driving nails into the new cladding on his walls, the saw going on the new house up the street, our dogs barking. All noises that I normally wouldn't hear at all, but that I am super-sensitive to, aware that the possum is probably hearing them all only too acutely. So, no picnic in the park today, but a wait until animal rescue come. Soon I hope.