I love listening to words, especially when the words come from the mouths of the people who put them together just so. Sometimes, they unexpectedly come from the people you love. Some people make meaning from words in such ways when they speak. Words don’t carry much value when they come without heart. I think about the voices I’ve heard in my life, especially those that have made spaces nestled deep in my heart and mind. My mother, my father, my sister back home, there are voices that sit there until I call on them one at a time to come sit for a visit. Today, my sister Sandra sent me a text, just a message with the need to have words spoken out loud. I called to hear her voice tonight. The words that she spoke were happy at first. She is so far away and I am here close, so it’s nice to hear her voice every once in a while. Sometimes the voices you hear fill you with warmth and you don’t have to see the smile that is there. As she talked, her voice became quiet and the rhythm slowed down, it kept moving down, down to a whisper. Sometimes the voices you hear can pull you close into silence and you don’t have to be told to shhhh… As she threw me the sounds of her voice in the air, up high and above and over the airwaves, she waited for me to respond. Sometimes the voices you hear are like bright plastic beach balls that are thrown in the air to be caught and thrown back. As she talked further, her voice came to a sudden surprise and she couldn’t believe what she couldn’t believe. Sometimes the voices you hear can be shocked in surprise and then seem to climb up and up 'til they stop. As she shared her surprise, her voice came down low once again. It was low and climbed down, until there was nothing but quiet. Sometimes the voices you hear climb down low and sit quiet. Quiet is needed and it needs to be shared. As she waited in silence, in quiet, just quiet, there suddenly seemed to be sounds with no words. Sometimes the voices you hear do not share any words, they make soft gentle sounds. And then all you can say is “it will be okay.”
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