I'm back from Chicago, where I led a group of lovely Presbyterian pastors in a Sabbath retreat on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. I learned while I was there that next year's speaker will be Phyllis Tickle. Boy howdy! As I told the participants, I do not have anything close to Phyllis's depth of historical knowledge and insight. Rather, I am a generalist. With me you get a weird synthesis of Bible, art, theology, folk music, brain chemistry research, low-impact crafts, and clips from The Office. We had a good time.
The retreat had a strange dimension to it. A couple of our sessions were filmed by a camera crew for Religion and Ethics Newsweekly, a public television show. (Check local listings.) I'm very grateful to Judith Valente, a correspondent for the show, whom I met at the Festival of Faith and Writing and who saw the potential for a story about Sabbath-keeping in our 24-7 world. I'll let you know when the segment airs---it'll be a while, since they also plan to come to our house and film our family on one of our Sabbaths. I find this ridiculously fun, although I'm worried about Caroline---apparently it is one of her life's goals to appear on television, and I don't know what it does to a kid to achieve a life goal at the age of 10. Anyway.
In addition to filming parts of the retreat, I was also interviewed about Sabbath: how our family does it and how others might take it on. It was, frankly, harrowing. The inner critic was on the prowl, taunting me with a voice that sounded suspiciously like the mean girls in my fourth grade class. Oh my God... who cares what YOU have to say?
Ah well. I did it, and during my run 30 minutes later I was SO much more brilliant, but at least I didn't die, so there's that.
After we finished the interview the audio guy said, "Time for room tone. Everyone be still for 30 seconds." They explained later that room tone is a recording of the room, which they use when they need to edit dialogue together. They record the quiet room using the same mic configuration so that the sound has the same quality to it.
After talking for almost 40 minutes non-stop, it felt downright contemplative to sit, and be quiet, and listen to the silence that was not really silent. I began to wonder about room tone as a spiritual practice.
In fact, I looked up room tone later that day and learned that it goes by another name: