“Listening, The Embrace Of The “Unsaid.”

 

Silence catches me unaware, meets me unexpectedly, often leaving me wonderstruck.

 

But listening, I’ve learned, and am still learning, is an art. Some are naturally inclined to it. For someone like me, it is a conscious practice. It clearly asks me to unlearn the urge to fill silence. To choose understanding over interruption.

 

And,

To gently seep into the inner nucleus of another being.

 

You see, I am not quiet because I have nothing to say.

But, between sips of warmth and comfort, my coffee, and the buzz of the room, I make a humble attempt to listen not with my ears, but by leaning into the hidden pulse.

 

Maybe, some revelation.

 

You see, even the coffee has opinions.

 

But,

I chose to stay mum.

I try. I forget. I try again.

 

Still learning to stay.

To receive without rushing or tugging with urgency.

To hear what is said, and what waits beneath to be heard, hoping to be noticed.

 

Some arts are not perfected. They are nurtured, moment by moment. Mastery over a period of time.

 

I guess some lessons arrive only after the second cup or third cup or more, a work in progress.

 

After all,

 

Listening is a craft, learned in layers.

An act without the sound of noise.

Without racing.

Without bolting.

 

Listening, the embrace of the “unsaid.”

 

~with heart,

monika