|The mystery within . . .|
Growing up I was not permitted a mind of my own. And if I did express an idea or preference for anything it would invariably be met with ridicule. No wonder I am reticent to speak an opinion or look forward to engaging conversation. So when I was presented with an invitation from a friend, an invitation I knew I would rather not accept, I was anxious about my response and initially said nothing. A week or two went by without a word or even an acknowledgement from me. My inability to speak my mind gnawed at me. I thought maybe I could respectfully write my decline in a note since the written word is a safer way for me to communicate. Ironically, my early conditioning made me a clear and concise writer, a gift for which I am grateful. But now writing a note felt cowardly and awkward. I decided a phone call would be more personal and felt less threatening. When I got the answering machine I was relieved. I could state my reason for calling and wait for the call back. It came, and I respectfully spoke my mind. My friend became ever more dear to me when my words were met with acceptance. That acceptance lit a light inside me and I basked in its glow knowing I do have a mind of my own and can speak it.
My anxiety over responding made me very aware of how much my early conditioning still affects me, but I want to continue my growth in my spoken words that reveal the light within me.
I know I am not alone in my previous conditioning. What if we could all know the light within when speaking our own mind, or be the accepting listener?