This year, I tried something different. I brought the new year in meditating. I started around 11:30 and was doing well. Then…midnight struck, fireworks sounded off and my cellphone started buzzing. I reached for it, anxious to know what the world was up to.
However, God wasn’t finished with me yet.
So, I turned the phone off. Laid it down, closed my eyes, and resumed my posture. It took a handful of minutes to get back in the zone, but I eventually did.
Side note: In the world of meditation, I would consider myself an intermediate. Of what I’ve learned thus far, I can tell you that sometimes you’ll get something; other times you won’t. Stick with it. It’s a refreshing recharge nonetheless.
Well, last night (or rather this morning), I definitely got something. It was revealed to me–clear as the Caribbean– that I could really benefit from being a better listener. After all…
Hearing and listening are two different acts.
I hear Darrien going over his most recent idea or giving me a recap of the latest House of Cards episode. I hear CJ exclaiming how cool his new PlayStation game is and how, since we’ve moved, he bet that his friends will still be ringing our old doorbell.
But am I listening?
Kobe and I often play a game where she’s the mommy and I’m the child. Well this morning, (as the child) I told her that I was hungry. Her response was, “I’ll fix you something to eat in a minute, okay? Mommy’s working.”
I not only heard her that time, but I listened to her. There is a science and art of listening. One that I have yet to master. And as technology increases, the ability to listen becomes near impossible. So as not to become a robot, it’s critical to practice this skill.
I need not only learn to listen to others, but also learn to better listen to me. My needs. My desires. My experiences. My truths. My intuition.
One thing that I absolutely love about revelations are the beautiful little sources of confirmation here and there. For instance, while reading one of my bibles entitled Women Who Run With the Wolves, I stumbled across a passage that read:
I’ve heard women say it, if not a hundred times, then a thousand times: “I knew i should have listened to my intuition. I sensed I should/should not have done such and such, but I didn’t listen. We feed the deep intuitive self by listening to it and acting upon its advice.
I listened to this. I reread it, highlighted it, rewrote it in my journal, and now I’m sharing it with you. At this point, I overstand what Dr. Clarissa Estés is saying.
So as to really drive my lesson home, I did some research and compiled a list of five of the most common tips for active listening. They consist of:
- Put everything else away, including the phone, laptop, tablet, book, etc. If possible, give the talker your undivided attention.
- Make eye contact, check your body language, and check theirs too. “Words only convey a fraction of the message.”
- Ask open ended questions, but only if you’re asking for the sake of clarity. This helps, especially for people like me whose thoughts run a mile a minute.
- Don’t interrupt. Period. Not even if you have a groundbreaking, earth shattering answer.
- Keep an open mind. Really try to feel what they’re saying without forming an opinion. This is super difficult especially when you disagree, but it’s a must!
Now, am I saying that I’ll stop, drop, and roll whenever someone taps my shoulder? No. I still have to work and you best believe that I’m still getting my uninterrupted me-time.
What I’m saying is that I’m going to stop the half-ass listening. When I am engaged in a conversation–whether it be with my husband, kids, a client, or myself–then I will impart my undivided attention.
Is listening also an area that you could use some work in? If not, what about speaking up?
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2 responses to “Listening: The Art That I Have Yet to Master”
I’m a great listener, but I don’t speak up much. Can I get a blog on that lol
I love that perspective, Tina. Wanna guest blog it?