was at the little sister's school last night. This is one of my favorite festivals of the year. It celebrates St. Martin who cut his cloak in half giving half to a freezing beggar on a cold winter night. Walking through the darkness with our lanterns while singing songs has a real sweetness to it that I love. Well, in theory. No matter how hard the staff tries to inform the parents about the mood of the festival they do not seem capable of being able to simply hold a sacred space throughout the walk. Special notes are sent home ahead of time requesting a reflective and meditative mood. The idea is to move through the night singing softly observing all the little lights moving through the darkness. Yet, most parents are unable to do it. Most of the children are singing and many parents just can't hold the focus and begin idle chit chat. Other parents start shushing them but they giggle and keep up the talking in a softer tone. Why is it so difficult for us to simply hold in silence? Why do we often feel compelled to fill up space with words?