Into The Stillness Of Time


The hardest part, and often the scariest, is the silence.
Being alone with my own thoughts – here I am, free now, to mentally transport myself into any situation anywhere in the universe – and yet I choose the limits of a few ancient psychological meanderings: whether of fear, or of doubt, or of impending old age and infirmity.
So I retreat by retweeting, update my Facebook status, and then, literally, turn up the volume of whatever it is that I’m watching or listening to.
And then I fall asleep.
All in an effort to avoid the hard work of

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Tom Zampino is an attorney in private practice in New York City who makes his home on Long Island. He and his beautiful and accomplished wife have raised two fantastic daughters, four cats, two dogs, and various other domesticated creatures over the past three decades. He formerly blogged at the Catholic Channel at Patheos.


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