Sounds and Silence

Frosted leaves

In autumn, before the snow falls, winter’s quiet seeps into the upper Hood River Valley. Frosty winds relieve the trees of their rustle and choirs of crickets cease to sing.

Intruders trespass upon the calm. Migrating grosbeaks strip the elderberry bushes of ripened fruit. The cacophony of their chatter shatters the silence. Abruptly, they depart, leaving behind what cannot be harvested for their journey: a muted forest and hushed meadows.

And, in the Lost Lake Canyon, west of our home, the brittle air crackles with the sound of  rifle shots. Though I am not a hunter, I accept the sound as an ordinary noise of the season. Hunting is a sacred ritual of country life.

One afternoon, late in November, I climbed atop the roof of my house. I had my own seasonal ritual in which to participate: the rain gutters needed cleaning. From that height, I could see the entire length of my curving driveway, a driveway that seems to have grown through the years. Several times, when I was younger, I recall clearing it of snow by hand. It is a preposterous memory, given age and the state of my health.

White Bark Birch
White Bark Birch

On the roof, I flushed shingle gravel from the gutters with a hose. I freed the downspouts of clogs caused by leaf litter. Gazing out over the pasture I realized that silence is literally golden this time of year. Tawny field grasses shine in the oblique sunlight. My white bark birch, the final tree to lose foliage, shimmered with gilded leaves.

That day, though, my tranquility broke when the sound of semi-automatic gunfire, rattled in the foothills of the National Forest. The initial staccato burst surprised me. The continuing rapid fire, magazine after magazine, made me uncomfortable. Surely, it was not a hunter. More likely, someone chose the crisp day to perfect the handling of his or her extraordinary weapon.

I finished my chore, nervous but alert. How ironic, I thought, to be killed by a stray bullet after surviving so long against an incurable cancer, multiple myeloma. I descended the ladder to lower ground and the shelter of the house. Atop the roof, I’d felt vulnerable and exposed, relying, as it was, on the decision making of someone with unbridled power.

Three weeks later, on December 14th, that same sound of semi-automatic gunfire broke the heart of our nation. On that day, a young man, armed with an assault rifle, murdered 20 grade school children and six school employees at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut.

A road near my house
A road near my house

Imagining the incongruity between the sounds of children mixed with the sound made by such gunfire leaves us aghast with horror. Many Americans believe banning assault weapons will make the world safer. Others think armed guards in school are the answer. We have a choice: to continue doing what is not working or to open ourselves up to a better way.

This New Year’s Eve, I wrote late into the night, trying to understand what I felt about this reprehensible act. Normally, I’d be sleeping. But New Year’s coincided with the day I take steroids for my cancer. A 20 mg dose causes insomnia for a day or two. Firecrackers (I hope) rattled the stillness of the winter evening. This too is a ritual, one that commemorates a new beginning, an opportunity for change.

I worked well past the midnight hour. My cat, Spanky, lay peacefully curled in my lap. Perhaps 2013 will bring us a safer world. A world that appreciates silence for its repose rather than the silence of our collective shame should we fail to act.

4 thoughts on “Sounds and Silence

  1. I envy your bravery – I can barely stand on a step ladder these days without getting a bit woozy.

    I do feel the same as you when it comes to guns and gunfire. I’m tired of second amendment arguments – that rationalization is already over 200 years old. But considering the split between who has guns and who doesn’t want them in the community, we won’t have a quick solution. And possibly no solution at all. More guns, to me, is not an option.

    These mass killing of children, although no less horrifying than those involving adults, still seems more so.

    Thanks for your thoughts – always appreciate your insights…

    – Jeff


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