I’ve started making a habit of attending Compline, a service at St. Mark Episcopal church that consists of amazing chanting/chamber music, on Sunday nights. It’s a very relaxing way to end the weekend.
The cathedral is always packed with people, most of whom are sprawled out on the floor with their eyes closed. The way the singing echoes and reverberates within the high-ceilinged stone space is something so palpable, so deeply felt within every part of my body, and it’s incredible. But somehow, it’s not the melodic echo of voices, but rather the silences in between, that make me feel the closest to God, or what I think of as God in my mind.
Meditations on silence forthcoming tomorrow.