“Raise your words, not your voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.” ~Rumi
I am not prone to yelling. Much. I remember yelling at my brothers and sister when we were young. It was probably over a Matchbox car or someone eating the last Little Debbie. As an adult, I know there are times I let my voice get a little loud during “discussions” with my husband. This is often the result of not feeling heard–because if he heard me, he would agree with me. Come to think of it, I yell at my kids some, too. Their actions tell me they didn’t listen to me, so I turn up the volume of my voice to get their attention.
So, maybe I am a bit of a yeller.
I am also a writer. I spend hours with a thought trying to get just the right words in just the right order so that my communication is clear and captivating. I don’t yell when I write. I use the power of words to my advantage. (Just so you know, when you use all caps, YOU ARE YELLING AT YOUR READER!)
I am focused on the power of my words when I sit alone to write for strangers, but I lose control of my words when someone close to me doesn’t respond the way I think they should.
Sisters, this should not be.