Calling All Stations
Once has admittedly been out of foolishness, staying out far too long and speaking far too much with an already-strained throat in a loud club… but the first arose out of, apparently, nothing. I simply woke up one morning and could not speak.
So it made me wonder why this happens. Many people these days are allowing themselves to think below the surface, embracing a mind-over-matter philosophy in life that, whilst some still may opt for a quick-fix solution and medicate themselves to overcome these obstacles as fast as possible due to time constraints, draws us closer to our mental-emotional reactions to all that we are experiencing.
Sometimes, we lose our voice when we most need to express ourselves. So it could be the case that losing one’s voice is beckoning us to find an alternative way of expression, and I don’t mean this in a physical sense. Perhaps we have some issues that require our attention, and we ignore them hoping they will resolve themselves. This stubborn silence will force us to revise this approach when we can’t communicate anything at all.
Don’t get me wrong, I am a firm believer in the magical power of how silence can communicate better than any word or action at given moments – but whilst I generally know how to utilise it for myself (or how it affects me), I’m still learning how to interpret it in others.
Such a blockage could be an accumulation of concerns that pile up together and imprison any one in particular from release – much like racing cars speeding off at the green light, only to bottleneck at the first corner to avoid collision. Inevitably, it slows us down. Telephone conversations are practically eradicated overnight, resulting in slower methods of expression such as email, text, or gestures. This deceleration permeates our minds – allowing us to filter those very issues that have caused this to begin with.
Silence can provide answers while we pause for the reflection that can be often overlooked.
So whilst I try to bulldoze myself through this with copious amounts of tea, honey, ginger, lemon and anything else that will pacify and heal me on the physical plane, I can’t ignore my emotional responsibilities towards myself and others. And I would hope that the next time you are literally speechless, you take a little time out to question where you fell out of sync with yourself.
