Voices are everywhere, but not a decent conversation. Especially in my head.
No, I’m not that crazy over the quarantine, I actually am like this all the time.
I wake up, make a mental list of my day, telling myself what I would like to get accomplished and then telling myself what I most likely won’t get to at all.
Lately whenever I go into the kitchen, I hear the voice of the facilitator of the class we finished up in January. Actually, her voice starts whenever I step on the scale in the bathroom. I hear, it’s only a number. I also hear, you look like you may be plateau-ing, do think a bit of a change may be in order? Then I hear her suggest either watching what I am putting into my mouth (which is a bit tricky with being stuck inside and being bored), or getting more exercise.
I get and send texts, and although they are great, often times they do not translate facial expressions of sarcasm, humor, or seriousness. So, although they are in fact of form of communication, they are not always accurate.
Phone calls are becoming nonexistent. They seem to be an archaic form of being in touch. I have never been one to initiate a phone call, I did when I was a teenager, but those days are long gone.
Then, there are those voices we all carry with us. Our parents, our siblings, those people who made an impact on our lives somehow. We hear their advice, their wisdom, their counsel. I always think of my Dad sitting on my shoulder whenever I drive. I don’t know why, he actually did not teach me to drive, although I hear his voice whenever I am in the car alone, especially during inclement weather.
In social media we hear a plethora of voices. A deluge of opinions and complaints. It can be wearisome to sort through all of these. I am grateful for the ability to sign-out.
Being in a house with only two people is hard for communication also. The voices may be quiet, but, boredom and familiarity is not always a godsend. Interchanges can be reduced often to symphonic grunts and groans and the loudest of all, side glances.
I have read comments from people asking how this time is going to change us. I honestly do not know how I am going to be changed. I measure change in retrospect. After a situation or season I have better clarity in looking back and discovering what it was I was learning. Sort of like looking at the vista at the top of a mountain, which is always much more spectacular than the view half way up. You see the panorama, not just a snapshot.
This time of quiet, of isolation, this time set apart from schedules and duties is mentally discordant for me at times. Daily, though, I sort through the voices to hear the quiet. To see the peace. I have to take the time to remember the last part of John 14:27, “Peace. I don’t leave you the way you’re used to being left—feeling abandoned, bereft. So don’t be upset. Don’t be distraught.”
Do I always think of this, and have my entire thought process and attitude changed? No, honestly, I can still be upset and frustrated. But, deep inside I know there is a difference. I must choose to focus on that difference, to embrace the fact that I can have peace, His peace, and continue on my day.
May the voices that surround your day today be voices that will soothe, heal, bring comfort and joy to you. Thanks for your visit. Stay safe, stay healthy and wash your hands! Cathi (DAF)