Unsilent silence...

I just spent the last 24 hours out at Camp Kawkawa.

Intended purpose? Silence.

Mission accomplished? Not entirely.

Was it worth it? Yes.

I did some reading, some journaling, some visioning...visioneering...uh...dreaming. I wrote. I kayaked. I waited. I listened. And amongst other things I heard the music from the camp over that spoke of tequila making someone's clothes fall off and someone else holding a beer while their girlfriend got kissed.

Brought the whole time to a close with a family canoe trip when they came to pick me up.

Now I'm back at home and ready for another week.

Why isn't it normal to do this more often?