Last week I helped co-convene a media conference called Media That Matters which was very cool, indeed. Does media matter? Well, in an ultimate sense, who knows, but it sure is a fun question to ponder, with like-minded souls, during our sweet, short tenure here on earth. Often, though, I get pretty sick of the media, tired of all the reactive chatter, including my own. It is not an exaggeration to say that I have pretty much been talking non-stop since March 30, which was the first day of my book tour. Don't get me wrong, I had a very good time and many great conversations with wonderful people. It's just that I've been moving around so much that now I can't sit still long enough to write, and when I try, the chatter in my head is so deafening, I can't hear the words or get them down onto the page.
Luckily, there is a fix, a way to reboot the system. I'm going on a zen retreat, for a week of silent meditation--no talking, no reading, no writing, no email, no computers, no cell phones. Just sitting. In one place. In silence.
After a book tour, this feels like bliss.