Personal Meditations on 5Ws and 1H: Listen

 


Personal Meditations on 5 Ws and 1 H : Listen

In seeking the purest, most essential truths about my one little word this year – Listen – I went straight to the good book – and I don’t mean I stalked it on FaceBook.  Other sources have plenty to offer as well, and I’ll spend some time this year measuring and comparing the tapestries – but first, I set out to establish a gold standard of what it means to listen, using Biblical scriptures.  I’m not going all deep and analytical here – – just getting my heart right

to listen and making sure that I am ready to walk with Listen throughout 2022.  


What does it mean to listen? 

Who listens?  

Where, When, and Why does a listener listen?  

Perhaps most importantly, How does one listen? 

My brother often tells a story of a high school baseball coach we both know who reminds batters, “you gotta get your feet right”  when they come up to the plate.  This first coaching look-for is telling, because it implies that stance has everything to do with readiness.  I’ve got to get my heart right to be ready to listen, to know whether a pitch is worth the swing.  

I’ve heard love defined as the quality of attention we pay to something. My mind went straight to my dogs,

who get more quality attention than most people in my life. If this is true, then listening surely is the quality of thought and action we give to what we take in through hearing, reading, or sensing.  It comes as no surprise that LISTEN and SILENT share the same letters.  

So WHAT does it mean to listen?


Psalm 34:15 tells me that “The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous, and His ears are attentive to their cry,” and Psalm 66:19-20 says, “But truly God has listened; He has attended to the voice of my prayer.  Blessed be God, because He has not rejected my prayer or removed his steadfast love from me!”  Active listening, as opposed to passive hearing, requires attentiveness. I’ve “gotta get my heart right” to actively listen. 

WHO should listen- and WHERE?


One of the most widely quoted verses in all of Jeremiah – and all of the Old Testament- is Jeremiah 29:11, which says, “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.”  I’ve heard it said of the testaments that in the old, the new is contained, and in the new, the old is explained. Those words- future and hope – remind me that far more is on the horizon than we will ever see in our own current testament era. In verses 12 and 13, I discover who listens and where:  “Then you will call upon me and come pray to me, and I will hear you.  You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.”  God is listening, and invites me to call on him.  When I do, I find him.  He makes my paths known.  Listening requires the sought and the seeker – like maybe the Biblical origins of Hide and Go Seek. It’s an interactive process that requires me to get my heart right – to call upon, to hear, to listen. I can seek and listen anyWHERE.

WHEN should I listen?


Psalm 116:1-2 says, “I love the Lord, because he has heard my voice and my pleas for mercy. Because he inclined his ear to me, therefore I will call on Him as long as I live.”  I should listen all of my life – a good listener inclines an ear and hears those who call.  God is always ready to listen to me, and in turn I should always be a listener whose heart is ready to listen.

WHY should I listen?


Proverbs 16:20 tells me that “Whoever gives thought to the word will discover good, and blessed is he who trusts in the Lord.”  Philippians 4:9 says, “What you have learned and received and heard and seen in me – practice these things, and the God of peace will be with you.”  To listen means to give thought to something, to trust, to learn, to receive, to hear and see what is revealed.  Listening is more active than hearing, because it involves more than a good set of ears – it requires a receptive heart and a seeking soul. I should listen to seek peace and understanding – by doing this, I can discover the good and reap the blessings. 

HOW do I listen?


Jeremiah 33:3 says, “Call to me and I will answer you and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.”  As a listener, I must have my heart ready – and remain vigilantly on the lookout for the hidden things.  A listener is going to gain awareness of things that may not be evident to others.  When readers read between the lines, we make inferences – we understand on more than the literal level what is happening.  Listening requires more than ears; if I lost my sense of hearing today, I could still be an ever-improving listener. Listening is a full-sensory and cerebral experience that involves more than being a mere hearer of words; listeners are meaning-makers and emotion-feelers. I’m beginning to recognize that listeners are world changers.


As I think of this one little word that I have avoided selecting for so long because of its “one little” confining space I feared would be so limiting, I’m standing here on Day 2 wondering what I’ve gotten myself into with this one not so little word. It’s more like a clumsy Great Dane puppy with oversized feet that needs more room and time and energy than I have. It’s a commitment. It’s why animal shelters stay full. Folks don’t realize what they’re in for. They take a puppy home thinking it’s cute, then turn around to find all sorts of messes everywhere.


Listen is not cute. I have half a mind to take it back – to leave it tied to the door and make a run for it.


…….But I’m committed. Listen can stay. I’m going to have to do the work of getting my heart right, though, if I am to keep fostering it.





My One Little Word for 2022

 


My One Little Word for 2022 

Over the past year in blogs of beloved writers I’ve come to know through the spirit of kinship in reading and listening to their stories, I have wondered about their “one little word” they chose to guide them through the year.  In the entire world of languages, how does one settle on one little word for 365 whole days, choosing that one above all others?  


My blogging buddies chose words like awe, recalibrate, solutions, gratitude.  Not all bloggers would agree they chose their word – some, like Fran Haley (litbitsandpieces.com), would say that the word chose them (and Fran is keeping the word awe for another year, because she says it has been such an eye-opening lens for her in experiencing moments and guiding her writing).  Denise Krebs (mrsdkrebs.edublogs.org), at one point, was considering a “helper word” in addition to her 2022 choice, and painted her word – gratitude – in the middle of a red dot on a blue canvas that a student once gave her to keep her one little word a focal point.  Glenda Funk (evolvingenglishteacher.blogspot.com) took her word- recalibrate – all around the world with her.

And so I toyed with the idea of one little word throughout 2021 – struggled, really.  Grappled.  Argued with myself.  Questioned others. Rejected the notion, and then kept coming back to the idea.  I listened to Ali Edwards’ explanation of OLW at https://aliedwards.com/one-little-word-2021 and thought of the possibilities of how one little word might make a difference in my life.  I tossed, turned, kicked covers and made lists, deleted, added, and kept coming back to one of those words that seemed to cling to me, chasing me like a playful puppy nipping my heels when I tried to get away  – – listen.  It tilted its head at me and raised its big ears in that very questioning and charming way that puppies do, needing me, asking me if I could please keep it.  

And so now here I am on the first day of 2022, fostering this one little word for a year – or, who knows? ….maybe Listen is fostering me.  I’ll get it a food bowl and a collar and leash and a bed and take it with me wherever I go, feeding it and watching it grow each day.  Who knows?  I may end up a foster failure and adopt it for life, adding new ones to the menagerie in years to come, pretty much the same way Ollie, Fitz, and Boo Radley have piled up here and continue to shape my world every day.  If one little word can have as big an impact as my dogs, I’m packed and ready to see where it takes us on this revolution around the sun. 

So for today and the rest of 2022, Listen has taken up residence in my world and will be my constant companion – my guide dog – leading me, curled up in my lap writing with me, unchaining my heart, giving me lessons in obedience, and guarding me.   

What is your one little word for 2022?  


One Little Word

 


One Little Word 2022

It’s that visionary time of year to choose lenses of intentionality for the coming year – for focusing on OLW (one little word) throughout the days, weeks, and months ahead. It’s hard to choose just one word to last the year when words are flying in a way they’ve never flown before. Sometimes people choose words, but occasionally words choose people, as the blog post by Fran Haley shows (you can read it at the end). Here is a list I’m keeping as I ponder my word. There are resources at the bottom of this post – more about the project, the way to use your word, ways to order stackable bracelets or coffee mugs to start the day remembering the word. I’ve even included a few blog links with yearly OLW reflections. What will your word be? Here are a few I’ve heard or am considering: 

Wonder 

Balance

Faith

Hope

Love

Forgiveness

Mercy

Acceptance

Vision

Relinquish

Hygge

Awe

Recalibrate

Simplify

Gratitude

Prayer

Miracle

Adventure 

Less

Give

Thanks

Praise 

Scripture

Word 

Becoming 

Live

Change

Light

Listen 

Explore

Build 

What’s the big idea? 

https://aliedwards.com/one-little-word-2021

https://www.jenhayes.me/200-word-ideas-for-the-one-little-word-project/

Blog posts: 

https://litbitsandpieces.com/2021/12/28/2021-a-year-of-awe/

https://kathleenneaglesokolowski.weebly.com/courage-doesnt-always-roar–blog/sol21-olw-wrap-up

https://evolvingenglishteacher.blogspot.com/2021/12/wouldnt-take-nothing-for-my-journey.html?m=1

Resources: 

https://littlewordsproject.com/

He’s Got This

 


He’s Got This 

Unwrapping my way

through the plastic 

storage tub layered

with Christmas treasures 

cushioned in old towels-

 carnival glass 

     milk glass 

          mirrored jewel chest

              being passed down to me,

Dad winced.

“Careful,” he reminded,

eyes squinted in fear

of breakage,

“these are rare pieces.”

Surely my recent stolen

jewelry prompted concerns  

about whether I’m a

suitable steward 

of precious things. 

All these thoughts 

of safes

  vaults

    locks

     chains

to safeguard

  to protect

    to defend

      to harbor 

…..to fail 

I wonder about

   my children….

Have I cared for their

  fragile feelings, 

   handled them as carefully?

Spoken as frequently of 

     their value, 

         their worth 

            their rarity

               their uniqueness

as much as these iridescent sheens

  on this proud 

                preening 

                  peacock plate 

    displayed on its

     wooden stand? 

I am certain  

   my priorities 

     need polishing

Two mothers asked me

  yesterday

    of my daughter in rehab:

“how do you find the courage

   to talk about this?

     to be so strong?

       to not be worried?”

and I told them the truth 

I firmly believe

  about parenthood 

    about guardianship 

     

Instead of worrying,

    there is a better way.  

    

I imagine a set of marbled stairs 

   as I stand at the bottom

      carrying my child 

At the top of these stairs 

   there is a throne

     where Jesus sits 

       beckoning me 

I ascend those stairs 

   and lovingly place this 

     fragile soul into the lap

       of her one true father-

         – – the one who’ll never walk out – –

       watch as he embraces

     her, comforts her, 

   steadies me, assures me

He’s got this. 

He’s got this. 

It’s not my defeat, 

       not my victory. 

My place is in ceaseless prayer 

    as God does His work.

He’s got this. 

I leave her there 

  in His arms –

    wherever she is:

      on the streets, 

        in jail,

          in rehab, 

             on a date,

               playing with her dollhouse,

                    at work, 

                       at school, 

                        dancing in The Nutcracker…


My place is in fervent prayer warrioring-

   beseeching, listening, following….

He’s got this. 

My courage comes from God. 

My strength is in Him. 

My prayers don’t cease-

   I pray driving to work 

     in the coffee shop

       in the restroom stall 

        in the frozen foods

         in line at the bank 

I pray without ceasing, 

knowing

He’s got this. 

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

    

   

       

Missed

 

Missed

six years have passed now

since she left us for Heaven

how we miss her so! 

Can’t Sleep

 

Can’t Sleep

One fifty seven ay-em hot flash

ever on time, unwelcome fiend

meddling with my wellness sleep 

wee hour wringing night sweats

melatonin’s foe

slumber-proof plague

GO AWAY! 

Don’t come

back 

It’s 2:35 a.m as I post today, having written a Nonet (nine lines, each line in sequential syllable order beginning with 9) at the top of the morning, smelling like a high school basketball locker room after a hard loss…..

FDR Decima

On December 23, my father and I visited Roosevelt’s Little White House in Warm Springs, Georgia and the geothermal springs pool that is currently awaiting restoration donations to allow springs-seeking sufferers to come soak in the healing waters and find comfort – as FDR himself found on his 41 visits. Here is a Decima, written about a photograph of an accordionist as FDR’s body passed by on its way back to Washington, D.C.

FDR Decima

Our nation mourned a President

whose portrait remains unfinished,

human spirit undiminished 

grief-stricken faces evident

humanity’s fair precedents

once serious – not doublespeak

accordionist’s tear-streaked cheeks

symbolized America’s grief

inspired in us, though his legs weak

to seek the mighty, never meek 




A Decima is a 10-line poem with 8 syllables per line, having rhyme scheme ABBAACCDCC

Some Higher Plan

 


Some Higher Plan 

That liquor cabinet 

above the refrigerator 

was what I chained and locked- 

the place for those nights 

when someone can’t sleep,

when there’s a toothache to endure 

a celebration to cheer 

a cough to suppress –

because I thought it might be 

too tempting for some

That jewelry chest 

here in the rural Georgia countryside 

-where we don’t always 

even lock our doors-

was never on the chain and lock list 

That safe under the stairs 

contains only emergency cash

 (enough to drive to maybe Canada)

passports

papers 

That family jewel theft 

was not on the radar, 

even by the yet unknown 

disease that drove it 

Who among us could 

trust and love 

live life to the fullest 

being that suspicious 

of our own?

I suppose it’s always easier 

looking back,

after the fact,

asking through tears 

about the loss of precious things

what might have been done

to protect them

The friend who lost a son

several years ago 

and all her belongings 

in a house fire this year 

tells others, 

“They say those vaults are fireproof. 

They’re not.”

Remaining photos of a son 

gone too soon

    charred images

      smoldering in “safe” walls~

and through it all, she keeps 

unwavering faith in God 

to take, 

       to give, 

           to work through her.

I strive for that same peace.

As tornadoes 

ravaged Kentucky 

a week before Christmas 

a Facebook friend 

posted pictures 

shared of the loss of

her generational family farm-

the barns, 

      the cattle, 

           the equipment, 

                the fences.

“We will be relying 

on the wisdom 

and strength 

of our Savior 

as we get through this,” she 

wrote through tears, 

not knowing where to 

even begin. 

Human hands. 

Fire. 

Tornadoes. 

Destruction. 

Betrayal. 

Tears. 

Hurt. 

Precious gifts, gone forever.

Only the memories remain,

now gemstones, 

catastrophic carats

the color 

    and cut 

       and clarity of heartache.

…..And then, 

out of nowhere,

in the dark night of the soul

the bishop 

arrives on the scene

where Jean Valjean is 

under arrest for stealing silver, 

holds open a bag, 

sings,

“but my friend, 

you left so early

surely something slipped your mind…

you forgot I gave these, also

would you leave the best behind?”

And then, 

    dismissing the police…

       turns to Valjean,

           lowers his voice, 

                and sets the stage: 

“But remember this, my brother,

see in this some higher plan

you must use this precious silver

to become an honest man.

By the witness of the martyrs,

   by the passion and the blood,

God has raised you out of darkness

I have saved your soul for God.”

In a world where chains are broken, 

locks are picked, 

fire and rust consume,

water and wind ravage, 

what matters most is merciful love 

     in the human heart, 

          over-salved with 

                 the love of Christ 

who has forgiven all of us….

through prayer and the word,

through meditation and tears

that break down self 

so His love bursts through 

    hardened walls 

in truth and righteousness, 

with 

meekness 

and mercy 

and grace 

in a communion cup of blood

bigger than any Kool Aid man

   bursting through sheetrock

     offering the world

        a different-way-to-think-drink 

My son asked me,

“what would Miriam say?” 


and therein was the model

of forgiveness- 

    unconditional love, 

       at a time when 

        the tears of hurt 

           blurred 

             the windshield 

                of wisdom. 

My mother –

a grandmother 

who locked everything 

always 

would tell me to unchain 

my heart, 

take care of my daughter – 

a pearl in an oyster shell– 

because her heart in eternity 

matters more 

than the gold and diamonds 

that were not locked tightly in a “safe.”

Have faith in this some higher plan….” 

is how I forgave a theft and rejoice in the promise 



The Bible tells us to be thankful in all things. I gave thanks when a daughter came asking for help and confessing her addiction and theft – because as a mother who prays daily for the health and safety of my children and grandchildren, I can only rejoice when God hears and blesses me with answered prayer. He also revealed a path for her to enter a six month faith-based rehab and transition home in another state where we were able to Zoom with her on Christmas and see a smile again, emerging from the rubble. He used her sister in mighty ways to do His work. He remains at work, using her life for His purposes as we continue to pray for her as she goes through recovery. Please join us as we pray. Thanks be to God! The manger in our Nativity is a powerful reminder that the most important gifts of Christmas are not found under any tree. 

Chambered Nautilus

 

Chambered Nautilus

Chambered nautilus

Box-inlaid cross-sectioned slice

mother’s mirrored chest 

Christmas gift from Dad

with two of her necklaces

Freshwater pearls, jade 

“Do you know how to 

tell real jade?” he asks. I don’t.

“Real jade beads feel cold.”

I touch them to see~

and realize they are the

real deal – as she was! 

Grateful for pieces

worn by my mother – daughters

love these gifts the most.

Christmas Day Play by Play

 

Christmas Day Play by Play 

Awake early (6:00), take dogs out

I think Dad has pneumonia ~ he’s

hacking up chunks of lung 

Breathing treatment for Dad – albuterol through the nebulizer 

and a pot of perked coffee

bowls of cereal for breakfast – Special K fruit and yogurt, Blueberry shredded wheat 

Dog play, 

brother ambles downstairs

girlfriend follows

A successful hunt: ginger for Ginger for nausea – Dramamine naturals and crystallized peppermint ginger, ginger ale 

Slice a Georgia Fruitcake gift for snacks 

Bully sticks and dog treat puzzle fun

Gift exchange – picnic blanket for us, trip starter fund and carnival glass,

Eisenhower coins, half and whole dollars, poetry book and pictures 

For Dad: coffee and The Lincoln Highway by Amor Towles, stocking with candy and coal

For Ginger: Inis, Seeing Beautiful Again by Lysa Terkeurst, stocking with candy and coal

For Ken: The Lincoln Highway, binoculars, stocking with candy and coal 

For them: Orange Spice Potpourri 

Girls FaceTime from

Nashville 

Open gifts – 

For Mallory: money, fragrance, bracelets, Ancestry DNA

For Ansley: money, books, Bible, bracelets 

Aidan calls: his Santa gift four wheeler tour with emphasis on the Razor helmet 


Another breathing treatment for Dad 

Pack pimento cheese sandwiches, chips, drinks, cookies, and fudge for the road and hug goodbyes 

Oops! Two

Shirts, hairspray, a jacket forgotten –

  • run outside to return to a leaving car 

Family leaves, Dad gets lost

     then found

that happens to all of us sometimes 

Everyone gets back on track 

Strip upstairs sheets, wash towels and linens 

Shower, get dressed and put on makeup 

Visit with Jack – Mythbusters shows – a trebuchet, steel tanker implosion, boat out of the water explosion 

Gift exchange – for us, money 

For Jack – the beautiful fiber optic four foot Christmas Tree on the coffee table, a Cobra keychain and Cobra Parking sign 

Noticing things – 

Papers lined up on the counter in sequential to do order,

plants from Pat’s funeral, needing water to perk up a bit 

“Pat’s Kitchen” towel hanging on the double oven door – she’s still a little here 


Return a nebulizer to Kyle and Beth

Call from Dad, then Ken – they’re home. 

shrimp and ham dinner,

cornbread and unsweet tea with Jack and Andrew 


Call from

Marshall: Merry Christmas and Santa was good, 

Plan to get together this week