For the first time since beginning this blog, I really don’t know what to write. Perhaps it is, as my youngest son used to say with all the confidence in the world, that my daily allocation of words has been quite used up. He didn’t actually use that big long word, but in his ‘little boy speke’, he communicated clearly enough.
The conversation that morning had been about his brother who talked sometimes in his sleep.
‘It’s because he hasn’t said all the words he was given for the day’ said the tutfy-headed small boy as he munched on his toast and ‘hunny’.
Perfectly logical of course, and why not?
It also means that the converse is probably true as well. So, when I cannot find a single thing to say, it isn’t necessarily because I know nothing of the subject under discussion. It could simply be that I have used up my daily quota, sprayed words across a wasteland where they may just have fallen on stony ground and come to nowt. Or, worse, launched them at some poor soul who couldn’t be less interested in whatever wisdoms I might think crucial to this point in their life. Those words either fly off into the sky over their heads or they land in the wrong place and cause that person, who was fine thank you very much before I and my ego came along on our white charger suggesting they required certain repairs, much inner angst.
I’ve done it all, and may well again, in spite of all my good intentions. My mind can fox me into all sorts of do-gooder situations. With heavenly choirs, soaring violins and a strong wind section, I can ‘Mother Theresa’ anyone whether they want it or not.
And, often, they do not. I can see it on their faces. It’s either frustration or irritation, neither of which was in my plan. What I foresaw, in the bestowing of my gracious wisdom, was, first, the early dawn light. Then the epiphany. Then, over time, the transformation.
Oh for goodness sake!
The good news is that, if I shut up and observe only, I won’t land in the poo. If I come with no agenda of my own, such as a long list of easy things they can do to make their life so much better, but simply walk beside them, if indeed they have asked me to in the first instance, asking the odd question that relates directly to whatever they have just said to me, and then listen again, I may just help a fellow traveller a little way down their own road.