This
morning’s weather started out clement enough for me to eat breakfast outside,
but is now rapidly deteriorating. I tried to say this, but also this morning my
dyspraxic mouth did not possess the agility to handle six syllables in quick
succession, and I got caught in a loop at -or-
deterior-or-or-ay-deterior-or-or-ay
Speech
is a skill many of us take for granted, and certainly one expected of a public
speaker. But speech is a provisional sign, and what it points to is not
dependent on our proficiency.
Listening
is also a skill; one we pay even less attention than speech. Listening is not
so much the interpretation of the speech-sign, as an act of co-creation of the
sign.
As
all creation declares the Creator’s praise, and as we listen to the provisional
voice of the wind, the gathering clouds, the rain, we become more aware of the
One from whom we flow and to whom we return.
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