Lately though, as I find myself rambling away with friends, I feel a longing to just listen. It took so long to get my voice going that now it feels like a runaway cart sometimes. I miss all that I learned and heard by just being quiet.
In everything there is a balance to seek. This is mine for now. The pendulum has swung a little too far and I focus on bringing in back.
It is interesting the thoughts and fears that come up as I lean toward this shift. It shows things I thought I had healed, still wounded on one level or another. It shows the challenge in this age of either overly engaging or completely checking out via media.
But I feel the stillness calling me. I feel the quiet opening its arms to welcome me. And I notice the reactions of others as I do this. They have their own internal story, as I do, that gives them a context whether true or not.
I'm grateful for the void of voices. I'm grateful to witness the pull and push of these two options. I'm grateful to have the different perspectives even as I move toward shifting to a place of better balance. I'm grateful to know my silence will be filled with beautiful sounds of the heart. I'm grateful to listen. I'm grateful for this practice that pairs so well with witnessing my breath.
One of my favorite quotes is "Talk low, talk slow, and don't talk too much." Time to ease back in to that resonance.
When do you find yourself talking more? When do you speak little? How do you find your balance in expressing yourself.
May we speak knowing we are heard and may we listen to gift others this same respect. Have a beautiful day!