Thursday, August 4, 2011

The language of understanding

We take for granted that we are understood. We speak, we write, we intuit, and we use our bodies, all in an effort to communicate. Even when we think we've been clear, feedback from others informs us otherwise.

Today I listened as a young woman I love shared her perception of things as they currently stand between herself and her mother. Her words came to me through the phone, carefully chosen, and I listened to what was said and what was left unsaid. And I heard, amid the intellectual, sophisticated language, a longing for a common tongue; for mutual understanding; for that sacred place where we drink from the same deep well.

To offer, to receive. To receive, to offer.

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