Susan Patterson working on vacation. Finally, I Can Hear Myself Think
I lost myself somewhere between early and now,
Maybe it wasn’t so much that I was lost, but that I
Had never quite arrived.
There were so many strong, solid sounding voices,
Sermonizing to me, they almost drowned out
The utterances of my hesitant soul.
It was only recently that I quit listening to those
Leading me by their own understandings.
Maybe I went deaf.
It’s hard to say.
But now, I do hear the voice
That was given me,
And what I hear
Is plain enough.
Susan Patterson
09-2011
I lost myself somewhere between early and now,
Maybe it wasn’t so much that I was lost, but that I
Had never quite arrived.
There were so many strong, solid sounding voices,
Sermonizing to me, they almost drowned out
The utterances of my hesitant soul.
It was only recently that I quit listening to those
Leading me by their own understandings.
Maybe I went deaf.
It’s hard to say.
But now, I do hear the voice
That was given me,
And what I hear
Is plain enough.
Susan Patterson
09-2011
Discussion: Finally, I Can Hear Myself Think
I think that at some point in our lives, most people can all relate to this poem. We've listened to other people, foregoing our own innate wisdom. It happens. Most of the time, we can get over inappropriate counsel. But when there is a pattern, even a life time of allowing others to make our decisions and life plans for us, it is not good. Now, I am not here to say that I've received a life time of bad advice. I have not. But, I am glad that in my senior years, I've started paying more attention to the voice inside of me. Some of what I hear that voice saying to me, I share with you. skp
Audio: Finally, I Can Hear Myself Think
Louie and Dewey. Yes, more cat pictures. You asked for them, why I do not know, but here you go. This is a picture of Dewey and Louie. They are twins. There was a third brother, Hewey, but he was hit by a car on a country road. For their safety, his brothers were brought to our neighborhood.
Dewey and Louie belong to my neighbor, Teresa. Teresa, is a good pet owner, but she works long hours and has three dogs. Because of this, Dewey and Louie visit our house often. Her cats enjoy the open door (actually cat door) policy at our house. They like to sleep on heated cat beds, to eat food whenever they want and to have a lap to sit on. Dewey and Louie are truly strikingly beautiful animals. They are big and strong and very well mannered. They are our latch-key kitties. It is not unusual for us to have six orange kitties around this house, four of our own and the two neighbor cats. Whew! "How did that happen?" James and I ask ourselves. Oh well, we just take care of that which is put in front of us. skp
Dewey and Louie belong to my neighbor, Teresa. Teresa, is a good pet owner, but she works long hours and has three dogs. Because of this, Dewey and Louie visit our house often. Her cats enjoy the open door (actually cat door) policy at our house. They like to sleep on heated cat beds, to eat food whenever they want and to have a lap to sit on. Dewey and Louie are truly strikingly beautiful animals. They are big and strong and very well mannered. They are our latch-key kitties. It is not unusual for us to have six orange kitties around this house, four of our own and the two neighbor cats. Whew! "How did that happen?" James and I ask ourselves. Oh well, we just take care of that which is put in front of us. skp
▶Begin to write what you know your truth to be. If it is not real, the words will not come to you. Earlene Grey
The beauty of winter fog.
À bientôt! skp
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