There are few moments of "quiet" in my life and I am really ok with that. There is the constant pitter patter of feet in our home, whether our three kids or our dog. The chatter and hum of my classroom- perhaps even more now that I teach in an open learning environment. The radio in the van tuned to NPR- the neighborhood kids outside in the evening- there is constant noise and for me it is just fine.
I have always accepted it for what it is- and never thought twice about it- until I began my journey to be more cognisant of what surrounds me.
What I found was while there is much noise, there is much chatter- there is perhaps much more being "said" in silence and I need to listen to that a little more- perhaps I have grown out of touch with that as well.
Whether it be an old friend- whom I miss dearly- making a choice to follow this blog! Or my father who- a man of few words- carefully scrutinizes what is or is not being done with my landscaping, yet works dillegently to prepare my most favorite meals so they will be safe for me to eat. My husband who makes me popcorn each night and records my favorite shows- eats terrible attempt after terrible attempt at gluten free dinners- and literally has not complained in 10 years of marriage of anything! These are things that go unsaid- and unfortunately - also unnoticed by me for so long.
What I have been hearing- focusing on is the roar- the family that is no longer a part of ours, the intense demands of the media, parents and administration of our schools, the cry of those around me- the pounding in my head of years of "what ifs" and "had I only knowns". In all that I very simply forgot to stop and "listen" to what is not being said.
My heart- my family- my friends... I have so much to learn- so much to hear... so much to rediscover....
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