Spoken words cannot do justice to the rich inner lives that each of us live.

No matter how politely or sincerely delivered, the words, “good” or “fine” or “interesting” are just utterances; accepted tender in an exchange which demands a particular kind of rudimentary currency.

Words are symbols of our feelings and thoughts, but they are not our feelings and thoughts. Our feelings and thoughts are too rapid, too complex, too subtle and nuanced to ever be fully understood through language. Each of us.

People who are intuitive have an edge. Somehow, such people can look and feel and sense the life behind the speech and limiting language. They dip into the sea and feel for themselves what it is like instead of reading the weather report.

Sometimes the best kind of empathy and understanding occurs in silence. Through deeply feeling and hearing what a person is saying on a different level, and not being concerned with having an appropriate response, or acting a certain way.

And in our own minds – remember too, that words are just symbols. Symbols which have been created to give life and coherence to our existence and what we think and fee. It’s easy to over identify with words – can’t, should, happy, sad, big, hate, love. But if words had never been invented, if we had no framework for our thoughts, we would be left with a sense of being and perceiving. Not labeling and judging.

I believe that in being and perceiving we can learn the most about ourselves, and the world around us. We are free to see our own judgement and short-comings, and how we cause ourselves to suffer. We can see the world in its boundless glory, everything beautiful and miraculous and perfect how we find it.