Monday I blogged on my body talking. Yesterday on silence. Today on even more silence. ‘Not sure why I’m continuing with that theme. Maybe it’s because I’m exhausted. Maybe it’s because I’m feeling the pressure, now 11 days in, of NaBloPoMo. Maybe it’s because I’ve been in training sessions for the past 3.5 days – soaking up sound, contributing to the dialogue, in the midst of much discussion and conversation. Maybe it’s because I’m spending nearly all day today in airports – hearing constant din and wishing for quiet. Maybe it’s because I know, implicitly, somewhere deep inside, that I’ll never hear what matters most, my heart’s deepest desire, if I can’t/won’t be quiet enough to listen.
Let us be silent that we may hear the whispers of the gods.
(Ralph Waldo Emerson)
I want to hear my heart, indeed, the Divine within; those voices, hopes, and dreams. But discerning them requires my undivided attention, my respect, my silence. Often no more than whispers, my desires are screaming to be heard, acknowledged, fulfilled. I just have to be quiet long enough to hear them – and then respond.
Silence is the most powerful scream.
(Unknown)
I am filled with desire. Some known, felt and spoken; some unknown, nudging, provoking, and seemingly silent. Just for now, I think I’ll stop blogging, writing, talking. I think I’ll just listen…
…for the whispers and the screams.
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