Speaking vs Listening

I have a right to speak up, to voice my opinions. And that is a right I hold dearly.

But sometimes, I wonder if we’ve collectively forgotten about the other side of this coin? If and when I speak up, I would like to be listened to. If everyone is so busy speaking, who’s doing the listening? Hence, perhaps it’s time to start to talk about the right, or maybe even the duty, to remain silent and listen as well?

Now, I don’t have to listen to everything, of course not. I’m not saying you need to either. You get to choose. It’s totally up to you! But at least once in a while, stop talking and practice the art of listening instead, and see what happens. You might learn something new, you might be strengthened in your current beliefs, your world might totally flip-flop due to what you hear. But if you don’t listen – you are missing out on many opportunities to grow, to expand your awareness, to get a new sliver of knowledge, and thereby getting another piece of the puzzle in place. The puzzle that is life, wisdom, the meaning of life. The kind of puzzle that has no edge-pieces. An eternal puzzle, where you can add piece after piece, for your entire life.

So don’t limit yourself by talking talking talking so much that you forget the art of listening. Because if you do, you place a limit on yourself. And I know, because I’ve been a lousy listener for parts of my life. So lousy in fact, that I didn’t want to hear any opposing views, because I thought that meant I was no good. If I wasn’t ”in the right” I had to be ”in the wrong” you see.

I totally missed the deeper truth, that by listening, and looking within, at my beliefs, norms and habits, questioning them once in a while, I enter the road to a better life. That’s how to grow as a person. Realizing a few years ago that other peoples opinions don’t have any bearing on whether or not I am good or bad, sure made it easier for me to start to take in what they said, made it easier to start to listen, to dare to look at what happened within me when listening.

I hope I never forget this. I hope I always continue to practice the art of listening, so that my eternal puzzle can grow and expand, in all sorts of forms and shapes and patterns, totally wild, and nothing at all lika a traditional 1000-piece puzzle of a house in the Alps. *Fairly certain the image in my minds eye of that house in the Alps is fairly similar to the image in your minds eye.*puzzle

If you go for the house in the Alps, go for it with all your might. No two puzzles are ever the same, and we should never strive for that either. I want (my!) life, my puzzle, to be something else. Unpredictable. Going for the unknown. Willing and wanting to expand and grow. While being totally at peace with the here and now. Loving myself in the here and now, but childishly curious as to what might come, what might be, what might happen in the here and now of tomorrow?

Listen for the unknown #1

It’s Christmas Day and the advent calendar (in Swedish) here on the blog is over, after 24 words and my reflections on said word. It’s been a great series for me to do and something similar might well pop up again.

But now I’d like to do a series of posts up until New Years, linking to podcasts that I’ve listened to, and found intriguing, fascinating, thought-provoking, hilarious, or just absolutely amazing. I will not write a whole lot about them, but rather, I invite you to do what I’ve tried to do: listen for the unknown. That which doesn’t verify old beliefs, but rather opens up for something new, a thought previously unthought, a connection previously unmade. Listen for that which you do not already know. Ok?

The first podcast is from RSA and is entitled Love, Death, Self and Soul.
Love, Death, Self and SoulWhat do you hear that you’ve never heard before?

Mind, Body and Spirit – scaring the shit out of me!

I’ve gotten to be fairly good friends with my Mind, and my Spirit, and I greatly enjoy them both these days. But the Body-part, that’s still somewhat of a struggle for me, in more ways than one.

There’s the physical part of Body. Strength, flexibility, stamina, graceful movement. I would be very surprised if anyone would describe me as a ”physical person” in that way. I sure don’t.

There’s also the sensual/sexual part of the Body, of course very intimately linked with both Mind and Spirit. Now, I get flustered and feel ashamed just writing this, not knowing where to go next, not knowing where I dare go next. This scares the shit out of me, but acknowledging it is a step in the right direction I believe.

Now, I’ve vowed to myself to be more fully me, 100 %. But as I just wrote, there’s this huge part of me – within Mind, Body & Spirit – that I am afraid to look at, and that I’d really rather you not know about. Because of that, and since I feel so uncomfortable about this, I’m gonna go to the introductory day of The Joyride Malmö – love in action on Sunday. Stepping without hesitation into the next inch of the unknown, facing my fears…

20140805-172355-62635455.jpgRegardless if you’re like me with a void here or there, or totally at peace with all parts of you, Mind – Body – Spirit, I’d love to see some familiar faces there. So why don’t you join me?