Wednesday

From Wikipedia's entry on the Paschal Triduum: "The period that lasted from Thursday morning to before Easter Sunday began was once, in Anglo-Saxon times, referred to as 'the still days.'"

There's something about "stillness" that captivates. At least me, whether it's the stillness Pieper discusses in Leisure, the Basis of Culture, or the stillness of a garden, which I increasingly find the best trivial pursuit of all time, or the stillness of quiet reading.

I doubt I'm alone. I speculated years ago that people were flocking to quiet activities--golf, gardening, bird watching, just to name a few in my diverse family circles--because they want to escape the noise that is modern life. And noise, of course, is the auditory form of a lack of stillness.

So enjoy the Still Days.

Until my feeble mind forgets it, the phrase is going to be one of my favorites going forward.