My voice, My Voice

There’s a subtle – yet important – distinction between my voice and my Voice.

 

My voice is what I use to say the things I say at any given moment.  It’s top of mind: often impulsive and unpolished.

My Voice, on the other hand, is that still small whisper inside of me that articulates my truth.  I usually ignore it.  I sometimes actively deny it.  But when I actually listen to it, this Voice always – always – steers me towards peace.

My job, then, is to align my voice with my Voice.  It would be great if I used my voice to speak with my Voice more often.  This only happens on the best of days.  Most of the time, my voice and my Voice are actually at odds.  And it looks a little something like this:

 

What I know for sure is that my happiness depends on using my voice less and listening to my Voice more.  The way to hear my Voice is to be still. To feel. To listen for the whisper. To believe it when I hear it.

Listening, really listening, is not my strength.  I like the summary version of things, the 50,000 foot view, the thumbnail sketch. I don’t like getting still enough to hear more than just the bottom line. And yet, in order to be peaceful, that is exactly what I need to do.

I’m not a Bible kind of girl, but I recently heard this quote and may need to tattoo it on my hand so I see it everyday,

 

If you bring forth that which is in you, that which is in you will save you.

If you do not bring forth that which is within you, that which is in you will destroy you.”

– Gospel of Thomas

 

Your Turn: What do you do to quiet your voice and hear your Voice?

 

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