Listening has never been one of my strong points. As a child I struggled to pay attention to what the teacher was telling me, there were always far more interesting conversations going on inside my head. As an adult I have learned to listen, although auditorily I am still weak. When I have to talk on the phone I resist because without seeing the visual of the person speaking I find engaging in the coversation frustrating to me. As an adult I have just had to learn how to cope with this obvious deficit.
In my classes, when I listen to my students share their stories I can see their faces and hear the words spoken from their hearts. I seem to have no problem paying attention to what they share. The beauty of listening is that if you really pay attention you can hear more than just the words on the pages they have written.
Many times tears accompany each story, or smiles and laughter. Learning to listen is a gift. I love the picture of Courtney to the left. I must be telling her the story of what a beautiful little dog she is or maybe I am talking about where her special treats are located, but whatever the conversation I love that she is a great listener. She has been my little confidant and buddy for 10 years now.
Today in your writing examine the topic of listening. Who do you want to hear your stories? Who do you need to listen to more? Maybe it is your inner voice you need to hear. Listen carefully and see what you need to do for yourself and for others!