NapOwrimo Day 6: Ears
Listening.
something we seldom do.
ok I’ll speak for myself.
But I would suffice to say that most of the world would have less conflict if we learned to listen more.
listenEd for cues on how to hurt people less
listen for ways to change what didn’t work before
not just to our partners when in a heated debate
just waiting to respond
rather than waiting to hear the gold nuggets that can help us build a better bond or relationship but
in our communities
as leaders
or building planners
or elected officials
If we listened to the voices with least power
the observers of each city
the ones standing on corner shops
the ones who really know the hungers of a land
Taking in all aspects around them
the sound of the train or stolen bike wheels
or why he stole to begin with
or pain of a young mother single with a child who made just “too much” on last year’s taxes to get any free food even though she can barely pay rent.
listening.
I often wonder if I ever take advantage of this natural born privilege.
as a writer it’s part of our dNA. To transcribe the sound. The sound of joy. Or sorrow. Or the mangled words of a drunk spilling wisdom at 2am on the walk home.
maybe an angel
maybe he knows more about what you show to the world in your demeanor than you care to admit.
sometimes I shut my ears.
”ma! I don’t want any advice.”
An Aries Moon
for hearing that something might be too impulsive
but doing it anyway.
when people say “I’m telling you from experience”
is it universal experience Or just their own?
while the story end differently if we didn’t listen? Will it end the same? Will we challenge what we hear and develop a new sound system in our intuition?
I tend to think Ears can often lead us away
from the voice in ourselves.
I only like to read out loud.
when silently reading I’m battling with the voices in my mind and the sounds on the page.
The way in which I say it
the tone
how many text messages got misconstrued without the backing of a tone
how many lovers went to bed angry
because they didn’t know the treble of the voice that just wanted to love them but couldn’t carry vulnerability well.
listening to music to soothe
the sound of the chanting at dawn
the one that gives me peace
from
your Voice
the tenderness I forgot eluded my gaze towards someone else. The voice I fell in love with Ramona for.
the many talks on the phone with friends who needed a place to lay their thoughts.
ear on the receiver just quietly absorbing emotion
being the friend someone needed
no unsolicited advice just
patient blue studded lobes dangling on every word
waiting for the next exhale or sigh
“are you alright?”
how sighs can tell us so much.
listening to the sound of the city
no headphones just the whirl of the energy around you
the sound of your breathe
the indication that you exist
the sweet sound of a coffee pour right before 9am.
listen
