Of my good friends Freud, Sir Paul, Monica and Cheryl
I have often thought of Freud when sitting in Meeting for Worship on Sunday mornings. He, or maybe it was one of his cohorts, I should know given that this was the subject of my 60+/- page senior thesis at Earlham, had a theory that subconsciously, our life goal is to return to the happiest place we ever knew - our mother's womb. I know. Kinda creepy. But so was Freud sometimes. And Meeting feels like that to me sometimes. It feels like a warm, welcoming, loving, enclosed place, walled off from, but not oblivious to, the noise all around us. And it can e specially feel that way when it gets particularly loud outside. This past Sunday for instance, there was a lot of noise coming off route 30 - sirens, motorcycles, etc. At times it almost seemed like a parade out there, but a very fast moving one. A t one point I realized that the more the noise outside is amplified, the more it amplifies the silence in our little Meetinghouse. And that leads to one of the greatest cha