Where are my words?
Once upon time, a writer had lost her creativity for about 3 months. Day by day she used to stare at her computer screen hoping for some words to appear, maybe a whole paragraph. But nothing came out. Then she tried some rituals, like a cup of tea, even a glass of wine, but nothing came out. She asked herself: where are my words?
I was chatting to a friend last week. She is an artist, who paints gorgeous pictures. After eight years not painting she started it again during the Pandemic. On every Zoom meeting there was a new creation! But a couple weeks ago she also stopped painting. Like me, she has no “words”. I felt understood by her, I was not alone.
Sometimes the silence says much more than words, but sometimes the silence is deafening. It reminds me of one special moment a couple years ago. A patient sat down in my office and for about one hour they kept quiet. How anxious it was for the first minutes, for them and me. But after a couple minutes, the anxiety gave place to respecting and accepting.
After the session, they said how powerful it was to be quiet. They allowed themselves not to speak while facing a noisy world. At the same time that they felt welcomed.
Wow, how grateful I am for that precious lesson! The true empathy not necessarily comes with words.
Today I realized that spring is coming, some birds singing and small flowers sprouting. Instantanly some words also sprout in my mind. Maybe I am getting up after a long winter.
We're all made of the same snow
6 Comments
Renu Bhandari
I love the way you think! You make a good point that silence can be powerful even if it is deafening at first! On the other side of the spectrum it can be very heavy if you have lots buried inside wanting to come out but words fail you!
Well written!
Marlene Pink
This is beautiful, Deb….. bravo to you.
VALDIR RAMOS DE SOUZA
Parabéns pelo recomeço, o silêncio nos ajuda a ver, entender e refletir sobre nós e muitas outras coisas que as vezes buscamos e no momento não temos respostas. Mais elas sem virá, elas vem! Deus seja louvado pelo seu retorno e compreensão.🤪 Feliz por você!!!
Keila R Clemente
Que lindo texto Débora. Me fez lembrar de um filme “Acts of vengeance” . Sobre como podemos falar tantas coisas sem precisarmos dizer uma palavra! O poder de ouvirmos o silêncio, e do quanto aprendemos com essa experiência. Sou fã dos seus artigos. Obrigada por compartilhar.
Bruna
Débora muitas vezes o silêncio nos mostra o quanto precisamos olhar para nós mesmos principalmente depois de um inverno rigoroso…
Com o verde e as flores brotando, eh como se estivéssemos nos abrindo novamente 😘
Josi
É essa necessidade estranha de “ter” que dizer algo para justificar a presença.
Principalmente quando não existe a possibilidade de um toque.