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The Art of Listening – From the talented Writer and Sewing blogger Nedoux.

I like to think that words hold each other’s hands like best friends, this might have explained the spasms that came when I opened my mouth to speak;  the uncontrollable repetition of words joined side-by-side not unlike Siamese twins.

For the most part, save for its reluctant shadow, my terrible stutter has left me but I don’t miss it as much as it misses me. Surprisingly, our destinies weren’t as intertwined as they seemed after all.  It had a field day when I was younger when the thought of addressing unfamiliar people would make my blood freeze even before my vocal cords froze.

There were meaningful words dancing in my head,  I just couldn’t contain their struggle when they arrived inside my chest. Carefully, I’d strung them together neatly but like children without home-training, I couldn’t control their unruly behaviour when they were let out to play in the open.

Now, I have learned to calm the whirlwind of words that get caught in my throat when I am nervous, excited, even at ease or simply tired. I have managed to suppress my stutter with the habit of speaking quickly. The outcome is a smooth rush of words that board a rocket ship and shoot past my lips.

Yes, I’ve conquered but there’s a price to pay.  I haven’t mastered the art of listening; that engaged silence that lets the person speaking know that they have my undivided attention, assuring them that I am hanging onto their every word.

The thing is this because I speak quickly, the words form just as quickly in my head and need to be released exactly as I’ve arranged them.  And because I am stirring my pot of alphabets rapidly, I place the hat of presumption atop my head, positioning it at a jaunty angle,  thinking that I know what the speaker is going to say even before it comes out of their own mouth.

So, I have my response ready, albeit prematurely and it keeps getting in the way until it becomes a confused symphony of voices, the speaker’s and mine, each trying to overpower the other. A battle of words armed with swords of tongues.

Sometimes, when I lose control of my word-children, I apologise for my now mild stutter. I am mostly sorry that the person that I am speaking with has to go through the pain of plucking out the sense swimming in the sea of jumbled up words.

Perhaps I shouldn’t be so sorry, it is who I am, simply another silk thread specially woven into the fabric that is me.

I suppose we all have the various facets that interlock perfectly to produce who we are; that person that no-one else can be.

Still, I must learn to trust myself more and believe without a doubt that the ropes I have used to harness my words will not slip from my fingers. Then, be still and listen.

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Nedoux can be found at her blog Nedoux where she talks about life, tailoring and so much more with brilliance and humour that leaves a reader chuckling. I doubt if I’ve missed any of her articles since I started following her 🙂

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11 thoughts on “The Art of Listening – From the talented Writer and Sewing blogger Nedoux.

  1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts on listening so honestly…The Art of Listening is something I have been focusing on for myself, as well. Being totally present to the words of the other is challenging–putting ourselves aside for the while—I love your sentence: “…words hold each other’s hands like best friends”…yes, our words are so powerful and so are those we receive. I have been reading Thich Nhat Hahn–maybe you are familiar with him. He is a Vietnamese Buddhist monk who lives in Plum Community in southern France. He has written many beautiful books on Mindfulness.He has also done a video with Oprah on compassionate listening: I find him to be a gentle person. I enjoyed your writing very much!

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  2. Like the author, I struggle to listen. In a group I feel overwhelmed by all the conversations and people jumping in one after another, so often I interrupt just to express myself and let people know I am more that a bump on the chair. I do not like that quality about myself, though. (And others don’t like it much either.) Thanks for visiting my blog, where we can all talk without fear of interruption. 🙂 Come back again. 🙂

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      1. True! Believe it or not, I’m basically quiet, especially in a meeting, so unless someone asks for everyone to have an opportunity to speak, many times people have to interrupt just to talk. The other time I notice that people interrupt, again in a meeting, the most is when they get excited and ideas just start flowing one on top of another. Those kinds of interruptions are exciting, don’t you think?

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