When
I was in army basic training 43 years ago, the sergeant who was responsible for
instructing us used call out "listen up!" in a very loud voice. It was his way of getting our attention
before passing on some important piece of information.
Even
now, I am conscious of times when it is important to listen to the voices that
are around me and within me. Those times
are when something tells me to be alert, to pay attention to what is going on. Something important is happening - I need to
listen up!
The
voices I hear generally fall into two categories: the voices of fear and hate;
and, the voices of hope and love. I have
found that no matter what the issue at hand is, both voices are lurking in the
background, waiting for the opportunity to speak up and dominate the
discussion. And, I've discovered that
it's up to me to decide which voice I'm going to listen to. "Pat", I'll ask myself, "which
voice are you going hear? The voice of
fear or the voice of hope?" To be
honest, sometimes it's easier and in a crooked way, more satisfying to hear the
voice of fear. There's a weird feeling
of comfort in giving way to fear and retreating from important moments.
Inevitably
though, the voice that needs my attention is the voice of hope. That's the voice that will call me to dig
deep and find a Way to work things out; it's the voice of love that calls me to
give second thought to how I want to live in the world, how I want to be with
other people. The voice of hope is the
one I need to cultivate and exercise, to make it stronger and constant.
You
might think that I'm exaggerating this idea of the voices we listen to...but, I
don't think so. I think it's these
voices which govern the perspective we take on life. If it's fear I listen to, then I see and experience
a life that's tinged with anger and frustration. When hope and love fill my head, life's
ingredients are joy, generosity, kindness and laughter.
Listen
up! Listen for hope and love. Blessings and peace to all.
Pat
Take This Thought Away
With You
"Only
one life, that soon is past.
Only
what's done with love will last."
~ poet, C.T. Studd ~
A Week's Worth of Gratitude
Saturday
~ smell of lilacs along the side road
Sunday
~ Agnes
Monday
~ Colleen Seaman
Tuesday
~ Nancy Petanowitch
Wednesday
~ recovery
Thursday
~ lunch and a friend
Friday
~ Choir
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