As I traveled along through long hours to my destination, a quick stop was in order. Why was I left wandering past exit after exit? Without the enthusiastic McDonald's pleas, coming from the car seats, I hardly knew what to choose.
Likewise, that song on the radio I really wasn't enjoying didn't need to be played in its' entirety. In fact it didn't need to be on at all. Yet, amidst the recognition of this great opportunity for self selection, I hesitated to forward through someone else's favorite.
The time with myself in the quiet of the car, while the world whizzed by outside the window, gave way to realization. I rarely listen thoughtfully.
As my mind explores personal opinions, thoughts, and desires. To my wishes, hopes, and dreams. To reflections on each situation. To the replays of interactions with others. To the processing of all the meaning that may have been lost in the rush of the moment - I must listen.
To find my voice.
If I can't even hear myself how do I expect to be able to process what others want to share, to understand with my heart, and to act with compassion?
In the everyday that is life, I will continue the journey of really hearing from all who take the time to share their thoughts, their experiences, their joys, their triumphs, and their fears.
And to listen
to that still small voice
that longs to be heard.