I sometimes wonder the same thing when I watch sparrows and finches fall from the sky to the platform feeders in my front yard. They fall like rain, then drift back up as more fall to replace them. Maybe it's more like Christmas snow flakes, you know the huge fluffy ones that bounce rather than landing. The world is full of a number of awesome sights and we need to look to see them all. They are there if we open our eyes. Just like we only hear, all the good there is to hear, or someone's cries for help, or need to be understood, if we listen, really listen, like a woman would.
Is it because women are nurturers that we have gained this skill to listen and hear what someone is not saying. Can we listen between the lines? Can we interpret, "I now fit into my skinny jeans," without seeing the person?
The progresso commercial sparks many a question in my mind. It is so poignant. My husband gets it...Even though he didn't the first time he saw it. What do you wish someone would hear?
Let's talk, and listen.
