“Listen. To what is being said. To what is being shown. But mostly to people’s silences, for what they cannot say, speaks volumes…”
I have always been awful at listening, I’m a talker and a compulsive “helper.” But worst of all, I’ve been awful at hearing what ISN’T been said. You know, like when you make a strong opinionated statement about the military and the uniformed man you love says nothing in return.
I’ve always assumed that if others have a differing opinion or perspective, that they’d share it with me. But I’ve never really paused long enough to see if they would. I tend to fill in the chasm of those awkward moments with my own words.
The rest of that channeled journal entry reads:
“It is not my responsibility to know what someone else is thinking or feeling if they can’t share it with me. But it is my opportunity, when I sense discomfort, to get quiet enough to let the other person feel they’ll be heard.”
Those silences speak volumes. Not only am I finally realizing this, but I’m also getting the chance to do it differently.
I can only hope it will make a difference.