If there is one thing that more than anything else I hope
to excel at in my Life it is listening. I think
I am a good listener, but I know I talk MORE THAN I listen. And
that is what I bump up against time and again.
Living alone has helped me put this into focus in a way
that’s let me actually make headway. And I am glad of that, even if I am still
a long way from where I’m aiming.
I have been forced to listen to myself AND to BEcome
frustrated when I blather on and DO NOT make time and space for just BEing with
myself and listening to my thoughtsandfeelings tumbling about.
The thing about listening, even just a little more, is
that it opens up windows that had been sealed shut with layers of old paint. It
lets light and air in. It casts shadows that bring clarity. It puts things
together. It gives me an entirely new perspective.
Listening, even just a little bit more than I DO can keep
me from hopping lickety-split to conclusions. It can provide that essential
pause button to Life’s breakneck speed. It encourages me to practise kindness
and simple understanding.
I know this BEcause I have people who REALLY LISTEN to
me.
Brilliant!!
I love you, Currie
1 comment:
I have the same problem! I've always been chatty and not that I so seldom ever talk to people I am even chattier out of excitement of having company--LOL! I listen better on paper or screen. ;)
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