national quaker week

i came across this article in the guardian yesterday, riazzat butt tries out a quaker service being unused to silence...

The passing roar of traffic becomes a distant soundtrack. As the trivia pours out of my brain and on to the carpet, the sensation of silence becomes a luxury. My head, feeling heavier, droops and my shoulders fall. Watching the little hand move around the clock face, I realise I have never knowingly been so quiet, for so long, while awake. The hour ends, people shake hands and either make small talk or leave. It was like yoga without the movement.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/g2/story/0,,2175616,00.html