Keep It In Your Pocket
Really, I promise I'll be in a better mood for the next post, but right now I am not a happy camper.
Lately I've found that I simply can't make myself go to church. I'm not sure what this is about, but God and I are working on it. Until we get it figured out, I've been looking for other places where I might feed my spirit.
One of the Middle Tennesse spots I've come to regard as sacred is Radnor Lake. Today, and I promise this is no exaggeration, I encounterd two people on cell phones in under fifteen minutes. They were on the trails, mind you, not speaking in a low voice in the parking lot or whispering politely near the visitor center. And neither of these folks seemed to be experiencing any kind of emergency. Blah, blah, blah. Pets aren't allowed on the trails, and I dare say folks with cell phones shouldn't be either.
I know we can find God anywhere, but today it was a lot harder for me to hear much that sounded Divine.
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I'm with you, sister. Cell phones in a nature park? Cmon! If you're so important you need to talk on the phone while you're at the park - well, you don't need to be at the park!!
The marvel to me is - HOW do they even get reception there?
This phenomenon is becoming a pandemic. I see--and hear-- it at the National park where I walk and I think it is just an extension of space violation we see everywhere with phones. Has anyone been in a quiet restaurant, trying to have a quiet conversation and thought they were hallucinating because someone at the next table is alone, but chortling and braying into a cell phone as if they were home in their own living room? I have concluded that many of us have lost the ability to be alone with our own thoughts, as if the cell phone becomes the imaginary friend we once created as children to void the void.
My question is this: If we lose the ability to be alone, and continuously soothe ourselves with the cell phone pacifier, isn't this just another drug? Because others have to hear it, it isone that intrudes upon our space, like smoking,and disturbs our peace. Just as trains in the 60's designated smoke-free cars, some trains have recently posted "no phone" signs in some cars, which I'm told are packed.
And to Amy's point, to those of us seeking the sacred in nature, this, no matter what you spiritual persuasion, is true sacrilege. Unless..unless...these people have Divine Reception and the joke's on us...
Hey, I didn't think of that, that maybe those folks were on a hotline to the Divine. But, sigh, I don't think that's what was going on. I am embarrassed to admit I caught myself once, in a bookstore, talking too loudly on my cell phone. I vowed not to let that happen again, and it hasn't. I try not to use it at all in public, but that's just me. I'm happy to report that last evening's trek through the wild was full of natural noises only. Oh yeah, and the tornado siren that is common in Middle Tennessee this time of year. Mostly, though, just rain falling on leaves, deer chewing grass, and woodpeckers knocking on trees. A bit of heaven, if you will.