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Do You Listen?
Understanding. Empathy. Taking a moment to look into another person's eyes and tell them you care. With a look, a tilt of your head, maybe a slight nod now and then. Listening. I wonder if we listen to each other enough in this brave new world of ours. We're so quick to offer heartfelt opinions, but what are we hoping to achieve? Having someone listen. To understand. Maybe feel empathetic to our plight. Or just shut up long enough to hear us out. To listen.
It's really very hard to listen. It is an art in and of itself and a powerful form of communication. It isn't the same as hearing the words, it isn't a part of a conversation. Conversing is you hear, you speak, you hear, you speak... and if it's an argument you end up speaking loudly and hearing nothing. That's not what listening is. Truly listening is the highest compliment you can pay to another person. It has nothing to do with you, it is giving them the gift of your full attention. Chances are, that matters alot to them.
So when your elderly aunt goes on and on and on ... remember that one day you will miss her voice. When your friend on the phone doesn't seem to care that you're busy while they bemoan their life ... remember there's a reason that they are your friend. And you, theirs. When your child is tugging on your sleeve demanding that you listen in a way adults can't get away with ... remember how fleeting are those pleas.
You have the time. If you're really, really lucky and invest it wisely, maybe someone you care about will listen to you.





Comments (19)
Listening and hearing are definitely two different things.
You hear an ambulance's siren, but do you listen? Do you also hear that someone --- someone's loved one --- is in distress?
You hear the crickets in the night, but do you listen? Do you also hear God's attention to beauty?
You hear a voice that's warm and kind, but do you listen? Do you also hear a heart that seeks your own?
July 16, 2008 12:29 AM | Reply | Permalink
Hi, Cowboy!
Actually, I do listen to the crickets. They are so loud sometimes they can be overwhelming, but I still find the music sweet. Same with those damned tree frogs. Indeed, God's music on a Southern summer night.
July 16, 2008 12:44 AM | Reply | Permalink
I've a pond on the back acreage. Crickets and tree frogs often harmonize.
I love it!
July 16, 2008 12:48 AM | Reply | Permalink
I was in Fire Island last year over the Fourth. A friend and I sat on a bench in one of the little commercial districts (the one by the water tower, I forget the name) one evening. We sat with our eyes closed for the better part of an hour, listening to the hum of the crowd, saying nothing, treating it as an ambient soundtrack, really listening to it. It was stunning.
I don't think anything makes me happier than hearing my children's laughter from a distant room in the house. It's enough to be alive for that, and makes everything else okay.
July 16, 2008 12:40 AM | Reply | Permalink
Wow. You've taken my thought to another level entirely. That is indeed, your experience in Fire Island, the finest description of listening entertwined with patience I've ever heard.
Your children's laughter. That's listening with your heart.
July 16, 2008 12:49 AM | Reply | Permalink
We sort of came out of the trance together, and she just looked at me and said "wow". It was hypnotic, seduced us both, something so mundane. Shame I don't remember to do that more often. Maybe I should log off and listen to the crickets now.
July 16, 2008 1:02 AM | Reply | Permalink
We all tend to forget to just stop. Let life catch up.. or vise versa. Listening has a way of doing that for us. Including the crickets, and the evermoretobeknownas damned tree frogs. But, oh, the music.
July 16, 2008 1:13 AM | Reply | Permalink
I just pulled open my sliding glass door. They're cutting up!
Bee-you-tee-full!
July 16, 2008 1:18 AM | Reply | Permalink
Don't let one of those evermoretobeknownas damned tree frogs get in the house. They're REALLY hard to catch and look horrible when you eventually find the remains. Eew.
July 16, 2008 1:25 AM | Reply | Permalink
But aren't they a lovely shade of green?
July 16, 2008 1:26 AM | Reply | Permalink
kohoutek,
I've only one child, now 24. But when he was young and he and his friends were playing, it was either one of two things:
Bliss or misery.
July 16, 2008 12:50 AM | Reply | Permalink
That's funny. When the kids have sleepovers, I've been known to retreat to the bedroom with the sound-canceling headphones. It's amazing the racket that six 11-year-old girls can generate!
July 16, 2008 12:54 AM | Reply | Permalink
A Cricket Haiku
Rub those legs, crickets!
Give us physical music
And nature's sweet song!
July 16, 2008 1:25 AM | Reply | Permalink
Another Haiku
Do you know Brandon?
Thought I did but maybe not.
Strange coincidence.
July 16, 2008 1:46 AM | Reply | Permalink
Hmm.
July 16, 2008 1:53 AM | Reply | Permalink
I am blowed away.
Can I reply in the morning?
Please?
I need to think.
But I'm toting a big ass smile right now!
July 16, 2008 2:05 AM | Reply | Permalink
??? Confused...
July 16, 2008 2:15 AM | Reply | Permalink
Don't be. Directed otherwise.
I screwed up.
July 16, 2008 2:40 AM | Reply | Permalink
I, as always, appreciate any and all who stop by for a quick read or comment. Sometimes it's the quick readers that matter the most. On your way somewhere, but take a moment to check in. I hope you took a breath. If you did, then I feel like I did my job here.
Thanks again, everyone.
July 16, 2008 2:47 AM | Reply | Permalink
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