Road Silence

There's 'road kill', 'road rage', and 'road trip' but what about 'road silence'? I've named it 'road silence' because how else can it be defined?
I was standing in an apartment in Seattle when I received a call from a man in Portland OR - Mark. We spoke of the docu-journey and how the things we'd seen were beginning to redefine many things about us. He recommended, based on his experience, a time of silence for the duration of our driving times on the road. Well, we have driven in silence twice - six hours and three hours.

This is not the silence of anger or pouting or boredom because I hate the music, but the silence of inner prayer - talking with God and waiting for an answer that may or may not ever come. The key word - waiting.

It's refreshing in expectancy and fearful with doubt, "What the hell am I doing?" I'm not a 'holier than thou' Christian, although I have my elitist moments:o so forgive me as I let my fig leaves fall or forgive me as I pick up the fig leaves that have fallen. You may ask 'fig leaves"? Those things that cover who I really am!
Yes, during my moments of silence, God has allowed me to see the fig leaves I have sown together to hide my brokenness and believe will absorb the stinking bloody ooze of sloth, pride, anger, greed, gluttony, lust, and envy. These moments have exposed the squeezing of paintful thoughts and revelation to the surface. How do I write of those things in the midst of photographing breathless beauty and bonding with two women who've become dearest friends? And, we've made some great friends along the way and our world view has expanded.

My mind continues to wander through memories of my youth, the schools I've attended, adulthood, and dream chasing.
I'm continuously in awe of what we're doing and during those moments of silence laughter and tears have burst to the surface - wanting to be expressed. We're novice film makers - filming our first documentary.