Can you really hear me?

English: Noblemen conversing.

English: Noblemen conversing. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Chinese proverb says, ““To listen well, is as powerful a means of influence as to talk well, and is as essential to all true conversation”.

Why is it then, that when someone needs to talk to us, we automatically assume we have to have an immediate response to everything they say?  Now, obviously, in a normal conversation, more than one person is speaking, thus the term conversation.

But, what about those instances when a friend or family member comes to you and shares something personal or intimate?  Why don’t we realize that we don’t always have the answers and that there are times when silence truly is golden?  Often people just need to vent or even just hear themselves say something out loud.  There is nothing more frustrating than when you just want to share something and the person you are conversing with has to have solutions to everything.   Sometimes they are truly just trying to help, but often I think we are just so sure of ourselves and prideful that we think we really do have all the answers.

The art of conversation is grossly lacking in our modern times, largely due to the rapid increase in technology in recent years.  Doesn’t it seem like we talk more in different arenas, but we actually say less?  Abbreviated words and slang don’t seem to hold the same meaning as some of the older words did.

However, I think the area most in need to an overhaul as we communicate with one another, is the ability to listen.  How often do you feel like you are competing with a cell phone?  The most atrocious example of this is when I see parents doing this to their children.  When your children want to speak with you, listen.   There is a time for work and a time for them.  When it’s their time, give them your full attention.  I can assure you that when they have left the nest you will regret every moment you missed or neglected.

Personally, I want to be more aware of this lack of common courtesy for others, mainly in the “listening” department, and remember to check myself in conversations to assure that I am attentive.  Can I be blatantly honest here?  I know how often I find myself preparing what I am going to say before the other person is finished with what they are saying.  I feel myself almost rushing them in my head, so that I can speak.  That must mean I think what I am going to say is more important or offers more in some way.  God help me to change this!

When I do challenge myself to be silent more often and just sit back and listen, I learn so much more about my fellow-man.  This is a necessity if I’m sincere about my efforts to put others first, to honor others before myself and to learn more of their plight, that I might find a way to help.  Hmm…something else to ponder if you will.  Blessings!

Do you give a hoot?

Hooty the Owl, by Park Lane Jewelry

Hooty the Owl, by Park Lane Jewelry

So, what is up with all the owls?  I’ve always found them to be fascinating creatures, although somewhat mysterious.  I’ve read that in Native American culture they are considered a bird of wisdom and I loved Friend Owl in Bambi who lived up to this as he helped guide the furry little friends.  Does anyone remember his word, “twitterpated”?  He used this word to describe the springtime love that happened in the forest.

I’m not sure when it first happened, but all of a sudden, the owl is everywhere!  You can find on party supplies, dish towels, clothing, Christmas ornaments, notepads, cups, and jewelery.  I saw a birthday card with, ‘Look WHO is two?” with a cutesy owl plastered on the front.

It makes you wonder who thought, “I bet owls would be a big hit right now”.  Then again, maybe there is a particular movie that is causing their soaring popularity.  I know the owl, Woodsy, from the 70s made the saying, “Give a hoot, don’t pollute” popular.  This new trend is an easy one to embrace, which isn’t always the case.  I even tried to make one and although I failed (see earlier blog), it would have been a welcome addition to my tree decorations.

I’m going to head out soon and I will probably be rockin’ my new necklace; it’s silver and features an owl pendant; appropriately called “hooty”.   It’s super cute!  What do you think?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Changing Seasons

South Florida can’t boast of having major changes in seasons; we rarely freeze, never have snow and enjoy a comfortably warm climate most of the year.  However, a local can recognize the seasons by the skies, they definitely take on different hues as the weather changes.

Florida fall sunset

Florida Winter Sunset

How do we get from indifference to empathy?

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Daniel Goleman

Boarding the plane for the first leg of my flight home, I was already tired and feeling a tad impatient that it was taking so long.  My seat was near the back and I quickly realized it was a window seat next to an elderly man.  I told him I was seated there and had to wait what seemed liked several minutes for him to take action, then to get up and let me in.  The flight attendant behind him rolled her eyes upward, letting me know she understood my plight.  After all, god forbid, we should be forced to  patiently wait on anyone, no matter their age or condition, right?

I said “thank you” or “good afternoon” or something similar and strapped myself in, anxious for takeoff.  It was then I noticed that he began to shake.  At first I was a little anxious as I wasn’t sure what was going on or if he was going to be okay.  It didn’t take long to recognize the signs of what I believe were indicative of Parkinson’s Disease.  He made several attempts, finally successful; to turn his electronics off and my heart broke for him as he tried to put things away in the rushed manner that we all expect.

He seemed to want to rest and laid back and closed his eyes.  The tremors would come and go and he couldn’t help but bump into me from time to time.  I said a prayer for him as he rested and he fell asleep and I found myself grateful for the stillness….for him, not for me.

When we landed, people almost knocked him over trying to get past.  What happened to politely allowing those in front of you to disembark first?  As I sat there thinking that this could be my grandparent or my dad, it troubled me to know that some people just aren’t concerned with the plight of their fellow man.  Another woman also noticed this and kindly let him go in front of her.

I was once again, reminded that we have to be concerned with others; we need to treat people in the way we desire to be treated.  Are we so hurried that we can’t be attentive or helpful?  We should slow down and allow ourselves to think about others, how it would feel to walk in their shoes.

We live in such a busy, bustling world, sometimes we are too engaged in it to even stop and think, to let our minds wander and ponder things, to let God speak to our hearts.  It takes less effort to ignore than to care.  When we slow down and get our minds off of ourselves and on those around us, we begin to see more clearly.

Making pictures from the clouds

I was looking up at the sky today after work and was reminded of all the times I looked for pictures in the clouds with my paternal Granny.  She is very old now and I don’t get to spend as much time with her as I would like, but I miss her and the way things used to be.  I jotted this down and thought I would share it.

Growing up, my granny’s house was my favorite place to be.

We would always start our morning with a nice cup of hot tea.

She played any game our minds could imagine.

We sailed the high seas and captured the dragon.

We went on adventures from her living room chair.

We could laugh, sing, get rowdy;  granny just didn’t care.

Sometimes Pop would grumble, ‘they’re getting too loud”.

Granny would giggle and say, “Let’s go find pictures in the clouds”.

We would then go outside and spread out a sheet.

And lie there close to granny to see what we could see.

She made the best chocolate pies with meringue on the top.

Then, she might prance through her kitchen riding a mop.

She loved to see our laughter, always wanted to have fun.

But even granny knew when the silliness was done.

Silky grey hair all scooped up in a bun.

There was a lot more to granny than just having fun.

She showered her family with unconditional love.

And honored her Father in heaven above.

You would often catch her kneeling by her bed lost in prayer.

She made sure that you knew, for your soul you must take care.

I hope she knows how much she means to each of us.

For me, she was an essential part of growing up.

All of my grandparents were incredible and every one of us knew how much each of them loved us.  I just happened to spend the most time with this particular granny and we were always very close.  From about 5 to 13, I spent as much or more time at her house than my own.  She is also the only one I have left!  I hope I am half as good a grandparent to my grandchildren as all of my grandparents were – I was very blessed!

Sometimes time is more than money

On this beautiful fourth day of December,as you prepare for Christmas what are your plans for giving this season?   I’m making a conscious effort this year to think seriously about this question.  Of course, we all buy for our families and friends.

I know that I need to make a list for who I am buying for, decide on price limit for each gift and make sure that when I total this, it doesn’t exceed my budget.  What?  A budget for Christmas?  Yes, if you don’t want added stress in the new year!

The thing I don’t want to forget or put off is the other giving I want to do more of this month.  It truly is a time of year that either thrills people or greatly saddens them.  I sincerely want to reach out to those who are alone, sad, or maybe they recently lost someone and this is going to be a particularly rough Christmas.  Yes, I have already given money to charity and want to do more in that arena as well, but sometimes our time, a smile, freshly baked cookies, or just randomly doing a chore for someone is just as important.

I met a woman this week who doesn’t need anything monetarily and she looks fine and smiles a lot.  What I found out though is that her husband recently left her and she’s alone.  My first thought would be that there isn’t really anything I could do; after all she isn’t local.  However, I WILL find a way to somehow make her holiday brighter, even if it’s sending a note.  It’s easy to overlook needs if we aren’t looking at people and situations with love and open hearts.

Frosty neighborhood

Will you partner with me and search out some of these needs in your community?  If you already do, God Bless You, you rock!  I think most of us have good intentions, but sometimes the busyness of the season wears us down until we don’t even enjoy it.  We will enjoy it most when we give most!

Have a great night!

travel with your eyes open

English: Plane

Whew, long day.  Up at 5:00, visited 3 airports and finally got back to room after meeting.  Since my mind is in sleep mode, I’m not sure how well I can express my thoughts.  However, being bit with the blog bug, I fell compelled to try.

My first distinct memory of today is a sweet one.  On my way to through security this morning, there was an elderly man tottering along (very slowly) in front of me.  His cane with a giant Santa head on the handle, made me grin.  I really wanted to go around him, mostly because I just couldn’t walk that slow, but as I slid around him, I realized that the lady ahead of me was probably his wife.  I said, “Are you two together?  (not wanting to skip in front of them and be a rude traveller)  She said, “Oh yes, honey, he’s just a slow poke!”  Another grin.  When the line screeched to the expected halt, I let him pass and watched them.  They were cute and it made me happy to see that they were watching out for each other and I was glad I had been kind to them.

The next event that stands out in my mind provoked me to anger.  Those of us boarding after Zone 3 were being asked to check our bags since they were out of room.  This irritated me because I had already paid $25.00 to check my bag.  So, they wanted to punish those of us who actually know when something is TOO BIG TO CARRY ON to make room for all the other people.  They let me go by and told me to put it at my feet, which also thrilled me because now my legs would be even more cramped up.  As I sat there, contemplating my bad attitude, I decided to get it in check as things could be much worse!  At least I had a book and was positioned between two nice ladies who hadn’t been out all night the night before.  One of them did begin to cough up a lung about 5 minutes later, but she assured me she wasn’t contagious, just had bad sinus problems.  Oh, the joys of travel.

When I arrived in Charlotte, already wearying of the whole transportation section of this trip, I saw something that made me tear up and count my blessings.  I saw a soldier who I believe was a Marine in what I think they call Class A’s (most formal uniform) carrying a folded flag in a plastic case.  Since I think this possibly means he was taking it to a funeral, it made me think about all of the mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, children and other family members that have lost someone.  I got very emotional and since Charlotte is such a hub for military, I saw plenty of soldiers and appreciated them even more.  My son in law has done two tours in Afghanistan and I know at least somewhat the strain on the families and the dread of your worst fears being realized.  Tonight I will be saying extra prayers for our military.  I might add, if you get the chance to read the book, Unbroken, by Laura Hillenbrand, a WWII story that will increase your appreciation for our military – Great read!!

Going to bed tired and thankful for safe travels.

Martha Stewart I am not!

Today has already been a busy one.  I finished all the Christmas decorating, did some packing for a work trip tomorrow and cleaned house.

I decided I would sit down take a break and relax.  It might be a good time to work on my owl ornaments.  I had pulled this pattern from Pinterest and since it looked adorable and simple, I thought I would give it a whirl.  Everyone likes Owls right?  I could see the little cuties adding spice to my beautifully wrapped gifts already and maybe one or two for the tree.  Besides, how hard could sewing felt really be?

So, remember up above when I mentioned “relax”?  Can someone tell me at what point sewing is supposed to begin to relax me?  Is it before or after I’ve spent 10 minutes trying to thread the needle?  Well, that was finally accomplished.  Let’s move on to working with felt…Now, that is sheer joy, let me tell you (spoken in my sarcastic voice).  This particular exercise also called for rick rack, which I bought, but since it seems almost impossible (to me anyway) to attach said rick rack to felt with a needle and thread and I do not have a glue gun, I decided to just make rick racky looking stitches.  Ha!

So, I’m sharing the photo of what I’ve actually completed.  Please be honest and confirm for me that this just isn’t my thing.  I’m fine with that.  I tried, I failed and I’m a big girl.  I can move on to other things.  For instance, the photo challenge today was reflections and I think my ornament shot is pretty cool!

I’m thinking crafty stuff should actually bring one pleasure, not grief and torment.  Does anyone want some felt and thread?  Free to a good home.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Reflections

Weekly Photo Challenge:  Reflections

Ornaments from my Christmas tree

Weekly Photo Challenge: Reflections

Weekly Photo Challenge:  Reflections

Near sunset in my backyard

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