I volunteer with kids. I watch them as they bounce around, shouting over each other, hands waving in the air, just to share a thought or an impulse they can’t bear to hold back another second. It’s so natural, our instinct to be heard.
Being listened to is like oxygen. Life just isn’t the same without it. Our cells contract, we gasp and struggle until finally, we can take that deep breath and know with an ahh-haa, we've got the air we need. It’s the same feeling as knowing someone else gets us, that someone sees who we are and is paying attention to what we have to say.
I think of my little nephew, tugging on my sleeve, saying “Auntie Cynthia, Auntie Cynthia, I wanna tell you something”! There’s a thrill in listening to him make up a story, conjuring up heroes, great feats, and colorful surroundings. He tells me, “my sister Abbey and me went to the East Bay and had a picnic with some pirates and we stole their swords and jumped on some really big purple bird and flew all the way home”. He’s four years old and he knows he has something so important to share he can’t even sit still while saying it.
Is there something in you that's jumping up and down to be heard? What are you wanting to express? What would it feel like to have someone listen with curiosity and intent to whatever you have to share? I'd like to know, so I’m offering 30 minutes of free air time to listen to whatever you want to have heard. Do you know that guy on YouTube who goes around giving free hugs? I’m offering something similar–free listening sessions. There's no risk, no judgement, and no obligation. Or try it yourself by taking the time to really listen to someone else. See what you notice. To really hear what someone is saying, it takes being fully present in the moment. And that's just about as much of a gift, as being heard.