I’ve posted about this before, and I’ll post about it again. I can’t help it. I just love our little book of silence and have to keep revisiting it.
This book was the only way Sean would agree to go on a date with me. He was terrified of meeting me. We didn’t even know the sound of one another’s voices because the phone was too intimate. After weeks and weeks of emails and letters, I came up with the idea of speaking only through the pages in this psalter, silently, handing the book back and forth. It was wonderful; just the sound of scribbling on paper and the way each message seemed to serendipitously end with the word amen.
When other people spoke to us on that first date, like the National Trust guide, we heard each other speak for the first time. Little did the guide know that she had disrobed us and taken Sean farther on our first date than he dared to go, just by asking us where we were from.