What is the sound of a deaf heart beating?

I wish that my heart could speak

And not my mouth

It would say nothing.

Instead, letting the silence expound until all of existence fell silent too

Until all the cars stopped

The sounds of machinery and labour stilled

Until every clock on every wall and in all devices

Ceased their infinite tick

Until the only sound was the sound of two hearts beating

Long distance

In braille

And then all that needed to be said would simply be breath breathing

For long drawn out minutes

And it would be perfect

Afterwards the wind could blow again

And the smell of orange blossoms would make me smile

Instead of wishing I could have said something different

Or more

Or less

Or just better

But we’re human, and so there’s that

*being a human can be a handicap. Dogs are perfectly normal, mostly. Hogan is covered in prickles and dreadlocks, frequently jumps all over me, forgetting I will bang him on the head if he does it, eats logs of firewood instead of the expensive dog toys I buy and then comes to me with splinters in his tongue. I roll my eyes and gently pluck them out and he puts up with me telling him “I told you so” again and again.

Because that is the futility of words to someone who doesn’t understand them.

All of this writing and my deep love of words, their complexity and their applicability and how amazing they can be – and Hogan keeps getting splinters in his tongue and I can’t form coherent conversation at times.

The most important things go unsaid but then – with the truest of connections it probably doesn’t matter – they just get you anyway. Those folks read in the spaces and the blank spots, and you could be reciting the Bhagavad Gita whilst making a cake, and they know, they just know, exactly where your mind is at.

Who we talk to and what about, both matters, and doesn’t. Once out of the mouth, words are on their own – we can’t bring them back, can’t change them, can’t make them more or less or better. Those things are gone. We just have to hope time makes us wise enough to say the right things in the right moment. And if not, well we’ll keep growing, learning, becoming.

The important thing is – we’re all living, which means we are capable of, at any minute – dying. If something needs to be said – pick up a phone. It can make all the difference in the world. There are people I can’t call anymore, though the date for their birthday continues to come up on my device like clockwork. We live, until we die. In between those two goal posts, what we say doesn’t matter so much as that we made the attempt.

The header photo is from a camping trip to Lake Nuga Nuga last year – the silence at dawn, being the only person in the entire park, instead of being lonely, I was deeply connected. I only get that in nature and when alone. It was perfect. And not a word needed to be said. Mainly because there was no one else there, but also because it was patently obvious…that nothing needed to be said. We are heard in our silence, the voices of our hearts are received. And to know that, to truly understand it, is to be at peace.

Blog post written 23/3/22

3 thoughts on “What is the sound of a deaf heart beating?

  1. My brain and my mouth are rarely connected when I try to talk with someone. Those silences can last forever, too long by half, but it’s the best I can do. Solitude is the most comfortable place for me.

    • I think so many years of working from home and doing my own thing may have rewired my communication channel to writing and deep thinking. I like the people who are quiet and can withstand a long silence comfortably. We are so concerned with awkward – but awkward is truth, we should just let it be whatever it has to be. I agree Jeff, solitude is easy, but that’s for people that don’t feel uneasy in their own company because they know who they are and are happy with themselves. I feel sorry for those that feel awkward in their own company and the need to fill that peaceful silence with mental chatter because they are suddenly left with the stranger in the room, their own self. I may not always know what to say to others but I have never had a problem knowing myself. It’s a good thing too because self is who we truly spend a lifetime with, so it’s a relationship worth developing.

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