“When you talk you are only repeating what you already know. But if you listen, you may learn something new.” Dalai Lama
Yesterday was a day that I am very proud of for many reasons. Because, dammit, in some crazy times when people have felt hopeless and lost, myself included, our community came together to LISTEN, CONNECT AND RESPECT one another! In our very diverse town of Smyrna, Georgia people from different faiths, races, political and social views, sexual preferences, and ethnicities came together to unite in LOVE.
Politics aside, for many there is no putting politics aside. This has caused so much division in people that I know. I have heard countless stories of long standing friendships being ended and blow out fights with family members. It’s been heartbreaking and puzzling all at the same time. And it made me think. How do we heal these wounds? How do we come together? Is it even possible?
If I’m being honest I did question if it was possible to come together and stop the name-calling, bullying and fighting. My gut reaction was probably like that of many people. The hurt is too deep. The rift too wide. But as I got quiet and really listened I began to hear the slightest whisper of the truth. The truth is, that no matter the distress and even grief that many are feeling there is one thing that we all have in common, no matter who you are or where you are from. And that commonality is the greatest uniter of all- love.
As I began to listen to the whisper and shared my thoughts with Rachel a plan began to form. What if WE were the ones to bring our community together? What if we invited people of all walks together to just listen to one another? To be vulnerable and authentic and share our stories so that we might better understand.
The saying “We have two ears and one mouth so that we can listen twice as much as we speak” is a well known saying for a reason. But in this information age with the answer to everything at our fingertips we think we know it all! Or that we have to know it all! Therefore we don’t listen to a damn thing. We listen to respond so that we seem capable and smart. And we miss it all. The hurt, the grief, the fear, the sadness, the connection.