It is some two weeks since I created the possibility of being a source of and clearing for kindness-gentleness-harmony-aliveness. What is it that which I have become present to over the last two weeks? I have become present to the power of listening. And I have noticed that I do not listen – not listening, really listening, is my default way of showing up in the world.
The seed flowers into a plant when the soil and climate provides a suitable listening for the speaking of that particular seed. It occurs to me that is exactly so for the relating that shows up between myself and my fellows when I create a listening for their speaking.
Over the last two weeks there have been moments where I have chosen to listen. To truly listen. To be a source of listening for whatever is being spoken or is awaiting a suitable listen in order to speak. Those, in many ways, show up as the most meaningful-uplifting-gratifying moments of my existence. It occurs to me that real listening is a small yet radical act of kindness. Why?
“All humans want to be narrators, but many have difficulties finding listeners.”
– Jalees Rehman
What is it that a human being wishes to narrate? My experience is that as human beings you/i wish to narrate (tell the story of) our existence: our hopes and dreams; how the projects that matter to us are going; our joys and sorrows; our ambitions; our triumphs and struggles; our confusion-pain-suffering; and sometimes just our day as it unfolded for us. Let’s listen some more to Jalees Rehman:
“Illness is often a time of vulnerability and loneliness. Narrating stories during this time of vulnerability is a way to connect to fellow human beings, which helps overcome the loneliness. The listeners can be family members, friends or even strangers. Unfortunately, many people who are ill do not have access to family members or friends who are willing to listen.”
It occurs to me that illness is not the only time that many of us feel vulnerable and experience loneliness. I say that the existential condition of the ordinary person (that I encounter) is that of vulnerability and loneliness.
I feel vulnerable, you feel vulnerable, we feel vulnerable. And we hide it as best as we can, putting on a brave front and dealing with what needs to be dealt with as best as we can. Even amidst many I experience loneliness. My experience suggest that many of my fellows experience loneliness when they allow themselves to be present to it.
Our existence does not need to be experienced this way. I can make a difference. You can make a difference. We can make a difference. I can choose to be a listening for you. You can choose to be a listening for me. We can choose to be a listening for one another and all. I leave you to with the wisdom of Jalees’ grandfather:
“He told me that the opportunity to listen to others was a mutual blessing, both for the narrator as well as the listener.”
If you wish to read the full story of Jalees and his grandfather then you can do so here.