Monday, April 21, 2014

Listen

There is this voice.  Sometimes it's loud.  Sometimes it's quiet.  Sometimes this voice is in my head; sometimes this voice sounds its opinion from the middle of my heart.  I even find this voice in the pit of my stomach.  This voice isn't limited to my own body, either.  Sometimes I can hear it in the wind, or the trees.  The point is, the voice is everywhere and it is nowhere.
But it always brings me back to my center.

Today has been a Monday.  Mondays tend to live up to their name in being a lethargic, why can't it still be the weekend, day.  The voice won't let alone.
"Listen" it says.
My husband lost a friend over the weekend; listen.
My kids won't stop fighting; listen.
My mental and physical tanks are constantly drained; listen.

The thoughts in my head.  Being a mother requires more sacrifice than I ever imagined; listen.  Why do we wear so many hats to be so many different things in so many different ways?  Men and women go to work then come home, then they wake up and do it all over again.  Other men and women stay home and raise children to grow up, and their children will then grow to do the same thing over and over again.
What's the point?
Listen.

Listen to what?  The heart?  The head?  What if they are fighting?  Do I listen to my gut?  The conflict within concerning life and its purpose seems to ebb and flow like the wind in the trees.  Do I listen to that?
Listen.  Listen.  Listen.

Everything is so loud.  The opinions of every individual in the world sits at our fingertips; the constant need for more.  Society seems to wake up every day unsatisfied; life will never be satisfying enough.  It's hard not to listen to that.  More.
There must be more.
"I am missing something, somewhere, somehow" says society.
More.

Everything is so loud.  The wind in the trees.  It's so calm, and the trees sway as if dancing with the wind.  Ebb and flow.  Calm.  Everything is so loud; calm.  Hear it.  My youngest was screaming at lunch, my oldest sang "if you're happy and you know it, clap your hands" trying to help.  Screaming, and singing.  The screaming, the singing.  Ebb and flow, listen.  Like the trees with the wind, dance.
Sway.
Let life flow through you.  Let life be you.

Just listen.      

   

1 comment:

  1. This is beautiful. I love it. Thanks for sharing. I really needed to read this today. Thanks for being an inspiration. You're awesome!

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