On Listening to Others

I have been a terrible listener. In fact, I have normally done most of the talking. Well, with humans at least.

I am a great listener to nature, to animals and to the skies.

But to people?

No way.

Not me. I've got too much pride for that.

Don't you know who I am?

Don't you see me?

Am I the only person who sees me?

So, instead of choosing to hear a yes (or a 'si' in French) to those questions, my negative, hell-bent mind would hear only negative things about me and the people around me and our relationships.

So, no they don't know who I am. No, they don't see me. Unfortunately, I am the only person who knows who I am.

Pretty sad existence that was. Stuck, sick. Unheard, sour, bitter. No one can help me and no one even wants to.

You can shift things any time you want. Did you know that? You have that power. You're like a superhuman, high-tech, futuristic Power Ranger or whatever your favorite is. You're that. Just shift it. I did. The day I did, life began.

Yes, they see me and they always have. All of them. My mom. My dad. My teachers and pastors. I mean just think about it. Aren't we so excited to know who our kids will become? Aren't we fascinated with their dreams and their quirks and how they love to love? Don't we truly want the best for others? How did I, for one, but we lose this along the way?

Yes, they know who I am. I have enough faith to believe that everyone can see who I am. And maybe I'm the last to know.

All I know is that if you're in the shadows and by shadows I mean negative thoughts about your life: You just can't be viewing things correctly. Because unless your view of life is good and abundant and happy and fulfilled, you are believing a lie because better is available to you.

If you are in the shadows, we need you to wake up.

We need you.

You matter.

You're important.

We see you.

Good morning.