Photo by Joy Feerrar
Thank you to the people who have taken a moment to let me know both whether the messages are arriving intact, and how well they serve you. Feedback is a blessing. The majority of folks say that the text and photo are indeed flying through cyber space and landing lightly in their inboxes. Hurray. But a minority report that they are garbled. Of course there could easily be others, who didn't get back to me, or whose voices got confiscated by the same cronies who snatched mine.
My knee jerk reaction tends toward self soothing.
"Most people are getting them, so that outnumbers the few who aren't. I can ignore them."
Really?
I have an annoying default position of democracy. Take a vote. If there are more people who approve of what I am doing, that eradicates the opinions of the few. But the reason for asking what is not working is, to er, fix it.
Sometimes in relationships there is a louder voice. Perhaps the wife uses more words to express herself than her husband. John and I ran a small group once where I noticed the discrepancy between the women and the men. Ladies would do a check in lasting three minutes each, rich with examples, adjectives and color. Men would usually sum it up in one syllable.
"Fine."
In other marriages it is the husband whose opinion trumps everyone, because of decibels. The wife may shrink to a small space simply to escape his wrath.
Paying close attention to the experience of the one who is less likely to broadcast it takes effort.
As i sit here in the morning sun, I hear the delicate singing of birds, who are joyful to greet the day. If the trash truck lumbers by in a few minutes, their music will be lost. But I am grateful for the quiet, and the chance to hear the slender sounds.
