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Welcome to Honor Your Truth The “Is It True?” Series Episode Seventy-Four “Silence is Golden” I have those little orange foam earplugs that come with their own handy carrying case. My parents keep their TV on all day, everyday and I can’t think. It’s usually news and I need a brain check. My sister can work like this, but she has 3 kids, and a husband. She claims this as a probable reason. I wouldn’t know, but it seems to make sense. My mom has clocks all over the house that make some kind of noise…..cuckoo clocks, grandfather clocks, clocks that make a different sound on the hour…the bird clock, the holiday clock, the golf clock, the football clock, the choo-choo train and the frog clock to name a few. She puts a towel over the loudest, the cuckoo clock, when we come home. I think it has more to do with all of the kids that can’t seem to keep there hands off the chime chains, rather than the sleep we lose after 3 am. We are “night owls”, up all hours, but we also like to sleep…..in the day. We sleep until we don’t want to, no matter how noisy, no matter the conditions. I must admit I do appreciate the dishtowel system immensely whether it is meant for me or not. I often end up sleeping on the couch in the living room, in close proximity to the cuckoo. When everyone is in town, there are people sleeping everywhere. I have slept underneath the kitchen table in a pinch. I didn’t necessarily plan on it. It just worked out that way. You gotta claim your turf early or you end up on the pull-out or the fold-up. I’m not complaining, but both have a bar or something that jabs you in the rib cage…I actually prefer one of the couches, but you gotta deal with the cuckoo….unless it’s under the dish towel… and then your good. Regardless, grab your pillow and blanket combo ASAP. There are some cozy, normal ones, but most are strange…not quite big enough, long enough, short sheets with stuff sewn on them. My mom is a quilter. She makes a lot of quilts and pillows which have trinkets, buttons, and baubles, all sewn on top. As I have gotten older, my skin doesn’t bounce back like it used to. It could take a good 2-3 hrs to lose a snowflake or a duck imprint off my face….so I’m mindful of that. My Dad turns his head as he climbs the stair for sleep, “you kids get to bed”, but we don’t and we’re loud. Most boyfriends I bring home to “meet the family” hit a wall at some point…any wall, and they can’t take it anymore. They talk on their cell phone for hours in their car or start driving back to Minnesota without explanation. Historically, I attract the “only child”, one who doesn’t quite understand the beauty in volume, chaos, and life-size love…..I grew up around noise…..laughing too hard….crying too much…..or otherwise. Everyone’s in everyone’s’ business and no ones keeping quiet about it. I grew up around “Speak now or forever hold your piece” which my mom often said, so we spoke it if we could, unless we didn’t…..when we should have. This in addition to “Children should be seen and not heard” made for an impossible juxtaposition…..a corner you can’t get out of….someone you can’t please, perfectly. We have our own voice, yet also listen and can learn. I don’t need to say every feeling I have when I have it. I can feel it when someone I am talking to is merely for their turn. I do thank them for waiting, but I can feel it when they are. They aren’t present, but somewhere lost deep in their own head, putting thoughts together and a plan to make them cool. Could we stop right there and say we’re both enough? I always think I’m dorky. My fear is that I’ve led someone to believe that I’m not patient, that I don’t care what they may say, that I can’t speak and also hear, that I am closed and far away. I look into their eyes and I open up my ears to hear them, my heart. I know it feels good to be heard. Sometimes that’s all we need. Sometimes it’s in the silence, the peace we feel alone. No noise, no sound , no nothing…….so we can meditate and hear the voice of God….the small still voice in our heart that speaks to us if we are willing to listen…if we can silence the chatter long enough to hear it. I practice silence of the tongue and silence of the mind, but it’s that it’s easier. It’s a choice and it’s a good one. There is a God that is in me and is in you. I Honor My Truth!

• Release Date

  Oct 1, 2009

• Runtime

  01:30