“Belief consists in accepting the affirmations of the soul; unbelief, in denying them.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Words can express many things, both spoken and written. In writing from the heart we can deliver a message that is both read and felt, and this comes from within. From the pulse of our fingertips we break down the barriers of our cold, digital world and deliver a thundering echo of life. In speaking with pure heart and truth we can turn a dark room into a well lit space.
But, what is more powerful than speaking is listening.
This is witnessed within the sphere of the heart, as we breathe, live and walk through life.
Though we might not always know when or how to express our thoughts in a succinct manner, we always have these thoughts. We always have time to think on them, ponder their significance in our lives. Sometimes these thoughts drag us into the doldrums of life, a place where we dwell on meaning, intimately, within ourselves.
This is the place of inner solitude. We can find it in silence, or in a crowded room. Be certain, it is with us always.
A recent experience has led me to this place of introspection once again. It begged me to think about my place, my life and my path. It opened my heart to the truth of living, to the reasons for being and to the understanding of why I do what I do in life.
For me, when my daughter is with me, life feels complete. My thoughts and my words flow like pure water. I feel more connected to my purpose and to my life than at any other moment. Sadly, geography separates us by nearly 800 miles for most of the year. So these times we spend together are always perfect, special and sacred, but truthfully, all too short lived.
In recently speaking with her and sharing a ten hour road trip, her words were clear and so were mine.
Sometimes, the smallest voice is the loudest.
Life speaks to us often, and my life has spoken to me recently. And honestly, it didn’t take long to realize where I need to focus my efforts, to focus my intention toward moving once again. The past three years separated by distance has been more than hard, and now that a once temporary location has become permanent, my path forward is clear.
The solitude of the heart and mind is a powerful place, within the sphere of the heart. It whispers to us a personal story, a story of life. And, there is a story within all of us that we constantly write, though it is one that we ultimately already know the ending to.
Be aware of your inner voice, of that whisper that graces your heart. This will lead you to the purest place that you’ve ever lived.
Until my path unfolds fully, all I can say is thank God for holidays, summers… and Facetime.
Be well, follow the sound of your heart and always seek truth.
2 thoughts on “Small Voices”
Good blog. I like the portion “For me, when my daughter is with me, life feels complete. My thoughts and my words flow like pure water. I feel more connected to my purpose and to my life than at any other moment.” For me, sadly, the separation is from divorce, and my time with her is limited to four or five hours each year. And yet….I identify with the statement of connection to life and purpose during those single-handful of hours.
Of course, interestingly it was she who inspired me to write, during the year just after the divorce and before she opted to sever ties. I often wonder if this isn’t her seed left in me 🙂
Once again , I thank you for your uncanny ability to write precisely what I need to hear at the precisely right time. The other day, someone else also told me to listen to my heart as well. You’ve convinced me that it’s time to do so.
As for you, be certain to let your daughter know just how precious she is to you. Though I lost my dad at age eight -decades ago- the time I had with him continues to influence my life in amazing ways. Dads are extremely important to their children. I wish you the very best with that!