This is another post on Listening. In a world full of noise and distraction, I believe we are losing the art of Listening to each other. I watch my children text while talking to me and each other. I watch people having coffee with each other, mobile phone on the cafe table ready and waiting….which says to the other person, you come second if this phone rings. If we all felt really heard, how transformed would we be, how loved would we feel?
I have a friend who is totally unable to ignore her phone. It is almost obsessional. I can be talking to her on the phone and beeps will occur, telling her someone else is trying to get through and she will ask me to hold on, while she takes the other call. I finally asked if she would mind if when speaking with me, she did not ask me to wait while she took up another call. My view is, we can only field one call at a time, so the other person can and will ring back if it important enough. If she does it again, I will simply choose to hang up and not be there when she returns to continue our conversation. The other night when I went out with her, she actually even told me that I had a message on my phone and asked if I wanted to get it. I had not even heard the message beep. “No” I replied, “I will get it later when I am at home and after my time with you is over. You are more important to me right now”
This may sound confronting because it is, because I am daring to say, this moment, right now, with you and I, needs to be prioritized. I choose you.
Another Poem on Listening:
When I am with you
Pay me the courtesy
of your undivided attention
If I sense you moving away from me
You will not hear of my struggles
As I’ll already know you have no space for them
I am bleeding
I need healing
Where can I go?
If I talk it out
Will I lose you?
Will it be too much?
Will I bore you?
Will you wish you were elsewhere?
I watch your attention
Its focused on a two by four space
I curl up inside
Pull the covers over
I am gone from you
And you don’t even know it
You can’t even know yourself
You are not at home.
Thank you all for reading and know that I love and appreciate your comments. Regards Leanne