I've been listening to NPR podcasts at work lately, my small attempt at learning a few things while I still have brain cells.
Yesterday my ipod conked out in the afternoon, in the middle of a Fresh Air podcast, where Terri Gross was interviewing a reporter close to the Dalai Lama. I'd been entranced with what they were saying, about the Lama's non-violent philosophy in the face of such turmoil between Tibet and China. Then I suddenly found myself in silence. Gah!
The next couple hours were pretty tough to get through. I was doing some intense, detailed work and it was dead quiet around me.
I know there is a Buddhist lesson to be learned here. I know it. I was supposed enjoy the silence and hear the one hand clapping or the pitter pattering of each moment as they ticked by.