The truly great part of someone
listening to me, deeply, is how this makes room for ME to hear MYSELF.
MayBE for the first time.
On the other hand, the truly
grand and glorious part of listening deeply to another is how I discover that
while we are indeed two different people, we FEEL, and sometimes we even
THINKANDFEEL exactly the same.
What I love most is when someone
really takes the time to listen. Deeply.
No planning some witty retort,
definitely NO FIXING me going on BEhind the scenes, and nothing the least
hurried or rushed or even a little impatient going on.
When I listen, deeply deeply
listen to another, I don’t hear words or story or context; I hear their heart.
Their sameness that I know in me.
I hear how we are much more one
than separate.
And yet… this does NOT give me
permission or license to treat them off-handedly.
To put my nose up in the air a
wee bit more than is graceful with that knowing look, whether they are with me
in person or NOT, and poo-poo their predicament or circumstance as Yeah, I’ve Been There, Done That, Too, yada
yada yada…
Listening deeply means leaning in
and sometimes having to inhale what surrounds another…
And yet it’s so healing.
I love you, Currie
1 comment:
Currie you speak out of my soul! An expierence that I made as well and I am so grateful and somehow longing, because it is not there in my life right now. Sigh....Smiles, Anke :)
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