Maybe all we want is to be heard.
Is that the "human virtue" the hand-sketched boy whistles?
Do you hear his song? Do I hear yours?
Is that what wins Love’s perfect smile?
I will be quiet now so that I can listen to only you.
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12 responses to “Days 95-99 – Five Lines”
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My father always whistled when he was forced to wait for something—the changing of a tire at the garage, perhaps a much awaited meal, or in the springtime mornings in Maryland, when he would sit at the breakfast table and eagerly look out the window to his back yard and the projects that lay ahead.
Each of us sends out “whistles” of one kind and another as our lives interact and connect. But most of us miss many of the whistles and think the person is simply wasting time. But the tunes keep coming; see if you can hear them!LikeLike
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My favorite teacher in graduate school said in a lecture one day, “if you can offer someone a felt sense of being truly heard, It will be better than any orgasm they’ll ever experience”. Strong words. Yes, thank you. What we really want and need is to be witnessed and heard.
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All anyone ever wants is to have a voice when they want to be heard!
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Love memories of your dad, Terry, and this is one of the best I’ve heard. Thank you for picking up so well on the message of this post and thank you for being such a wonderful light in this world.
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Now THIS is a powerful commentary – the impact of being heard in every part of ourselves is so remarkable. Thank you for this post, Teresa.
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Thank you so much for posting, Julie. Hope you will share both your comments and mine with others.
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So is my comment not being shared? I got a new computer and some of the settings had to be redone.
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Only five lines, yet they stir one’s heart & spirit, nostalgia & childhood memories, a deeper knowing & affirmation and the joy of human connection. Beautiful, Erie!
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A whistling boy next to a plowshare.
It brings to mind…
“Just whistle while you work
Put on that grin and start right in to whistle loud and long
Just hum a merry tune
Just do your best and take a rest and sing yourself a song.”
And the plowshare was made of melted down guns and weapons of war.
We have entered a time of Peace and Love.
“Whistle While You Work” music written by Frank Churchill and lyrics written by Larry Morey.LikeLike
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Thanks so much for your cheerful response, Jolyon!
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Thanks you, sweet Liz. Yes. I am glad for the whimsy of the image and the deeper message of whether listening is really the most important thing.
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Yes. You comment was shared. I just meant sharing your thoughts beyond the journal. Sorry for the confusion and than you for your thoughts.
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