Embracing Silence, Nurturing Connection

Over the past few years, I’ve held onto the values of being heard and truly listening, shaped by a history of feeling unheard within my family’s sanctuary. When interruptions loom, I’ve often sought refuge in silence—a seemingly safer retreat than risking an unhealthy and unregulated reaction.

Recently, someone gently pointed out that, while I advocate for being heard, I sometimes miss the impact of my own words. Their words encouraged me to embrace mindfulness in how I expressed, a key to my ongoing journey of acceptance.

In a recent brotherhood session, a member shared the joy of active listening, emphasising that silence itself can hold profound responses. These conversations have prompted a subtle shift within me. I’ve become more cautious, recognizing my tendency to swiftly respond with my own experiences—a habit rooted in ego.

Meditation, once a space for contemplation, has evolved into a practice of self-listening, helping me be mindful of how I express myself.

In a recent talk about boundaries, I noticed my reflex to interject with personal stories. However, amidst this, I made a conscious effort to transition from asserting knowledge to simply listening.

This realisation comes from a place of fresh learning, acknowledging both my potential for growth and the areas where I fall short. As a gentle reminder, it’s not just about the words spoken but the actions taken.

Thank you for sharing your time with these reflections. 🤍

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