Hugs from afar to all the folks who aren't able to be here.
Topic: Voice
GO!
The irony is killing
me.
Killing.me.
I’m sitting here cozied between two women whose names I don’t
know, but somehow are still friends. It is community full and free. But I have
no voice. I sound more like a Kathleen Turner impersonator and even that is
becoming a squeak after a day of travel, baby wrangling and fast conversations
with new old friends.
You’ve heard my voice echoing from the pages of this blog.
Silent words on a screen that speak volumes about who I am. I hoped to talk to all of you. Speak real
words into your hearts face on, but God seems to have other plans. Plans to
make me listen more and speak less.
Isn’t that community though? A two way dance even in real life. Speaking. Listening. Silence. A place where we can be silent
and listen…we’ve known each other for awhile and maybe we’re just starting to
get to the good parts with the comfortable silences. I just hoped it wouldn’t be the first time I met
you in real life.
Looks like I truly am a writer because I am having to write
it all out even face to face.
STOP!
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