Impossible to remember a time when I wasn't on overload when it came to words. Among family & friends, I was acknowledged to be Queen of the Unending Gab. At least one (considerably older) sibling complained bitterly about my motor mouth to Mom ~ "She talks such drivel."
And I did. Small wonder - no one talked to me about anything of substance. My sibs were 8, 10 & 14 years older than moi. Mim felt most comfortable talking to me about the dynamics of other peoples' families or - way more amazing - about television shows as if they had any actual bearing on reality.
Small wonder I never developed the knack that Mim so beautifully mastered - the art of delightful, engaging conversation.
Nope, I just rattled on - & on & on, never knowing when to stop.
It's why I'm attracted to watching way too much TV - it fills up the air space in my head in ways that feel familiar. Familiar, but far from helpful, productive or even safe.
TV seems the antonym to wordlessness. And in wordlessness is great power. Not as in "non-verbal type" wordlessless, but a more conscious, more genuinely effective stepping away from words & toward the Great Unspoken That's The Epitome of Real.
"Be still (silent) & know that I am."
The Writings teach that in heaven & in hell, words have no power to twist or distort - people see others as they are, not as they try to represent themselves through words. What we feel shows on our face, through our very being.
Striving for a higher sense & experience of wordlessness, of getting to the point where I am no longer burdened with a plethora of words, where I am blessed with quiet focused action.
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