August bank holiday weekend 2020. No music festival in our town, first time in many years.
Deafening silence, sombre mood
No street music, no dancing, no reunion of friends and family, no packed pubs open all hours. No aroma of burgers late into the night for hungry revellers. No rubbish filled streets, no council workers out at cockcrow cleaning up the excesses, downright carelessness of the masses in anticipation of fresh onslaught.
No loud music wafting from the imposing stage on the street as Holy Mass is being celebrated. One half hour delay for the madness to begin too much to ask. Forgive us dear Lord, we did not know what we were doing.
Instead, our beautiful beaches full to overflowing. Festival of picnics, sand, sea, sun hats and swimming.
Today, Bank holiday Monday, there’s a tinge of gratitude intermingled with the sadness, no huge hangovers that endure and wreak havoc, no separation heartbreak for those who didn’t make it home.
Corona is teaching us a new way of being, it is not all bad. Maybe in future we might be less inclined to take so much for granted. Open the eyes of our hearts, dear Lord.
‘There is nothing so much like God in all the universe as silence’. (Meister Eckhart)
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