"Please quiet the noise in my head so I can hear the voice in my heart."
Raise your hand if you hear voices in your head. You know the kind I’m talking about…the ones that start the minute something goes wrong.
We have several things going in within our family right now that are stressful. Surgery, broken vehicles, back pain, bills, the holiday over-anticipation, on and on. Even on my absolute worst day, there is someone somewhere who is battling forces far greater.
But….those dadgum voices. The ones that say, “Now, what are you going to do? You know you do not have money to fix that. Recovery is going to be hard, and what if. How will you handle xyz? Perhaps you should have planned better. On and on until the cacophony is so loud the sound inside your head is like being a hostage at a Bach fugue concert. I love me some Bach, but please stop. I am begging.
This was the state of my mind as I rose this December morning. Within seconds, every ill thought I could conjure marched around center stage. By the time I unloaded the dishwasher, took the animals out, and put coffee on, there was a protest march. The signs were nasty, the crowd was angry, and the media showed up to blast it all over social media.
Looking out my kitchen window, I took a deep breath, then a sip of my wonderful coffee, closed my eyes and said – SHUT UP! Just shut up and go to your room. One by one those voices left, the picket signs were loaded in the back of the car, and all the media vans pulled out in search of another story. All was quiet again.
I sank into my reading chair and looked out the front window. As I sipped my coffee, I felt Spartacus rub against my leg and meow. This is his cue that he needs some attention. As I stroked the top of his head, he immediately began to purr. Our signal that he is happy and content. It hit me how little he needs to feel safe. He lives in the moment and does not worry about his next meal, or what he may encounter outside. He only focuses on right now.
Dearest Creator, thank you for the reminder the present moment is all I need because you are there. Forgive me when I allow the voices to overtake the stage and run through act 6. Thank you for good coffee, cats that purr, and please, let your voice be the one I hear.
Amen.
Oh the voices! Our oldest friends…may we steadily banish them forever!
Yes. I struggle daily with those voices. Been dealing with muscle spasms and neck pain the last few days. Ugh
Love this about the two wolves living inside of us.
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, “My son, the battle is between two “wolves” inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf wins?”
The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”
Have a great week- sometimes the voices help to spark creativity!