I was talking with some friends and thinking about my last post, and I realized that the fleeting voices of fall are, in the long term, not fleeting at all. In this part of the world, the cycle of deciduous trees is as dependable as the sunrise. Though their vibrant colors don't last for long, they will always come back. I can depend on that.
My life, and yours too probably, is constantly injected with voices we can't depend on--voices that won't stand the test of time. Eventually, someone will play a more creative commercial, someone will write a catchier song, someone will create a more intriguing blog. In such an environment, how do we pick out the voices that really matter? I guess that's why those voices seem fleeting--because if we're not watching for them, they pass right by.
So I don't know about you, but I think maybe it's time for me to turn off Hulu, put down my newspaper, and ignore the billboards. I think it is time to listen to the voices I can depend on--the ones that direct my heart to the One Voice that actually matters.
That's inspiring. And I'm not kidding. Not that I would ever kid about it.
ReplyDeleteThanks for giving me a glimpse of reality today. A reality that'll make me move slower and breathe deeper.
And listen for that One Voice.
I miss you Caity.