Today I came across a story about a Manchurian diplomat in the 1700’s. Each year his tribe sacrificed a member by beheading him. Each year the diplomat asked the chief to stop this practice and each year the chief patiently listened to him, and then went ahead with the sacrifice. This went on for 23 years. Over the course of that time the two had become close friends. On the 24th year the diplomat asked that the chief behead him for the sacrifice. The chief stared at him for a long time, but he had come to love him and could not kill him, ending the practice of the sacrifice.
Sometimes love is not in the words “I love you” at all. It builds over time and there are no words to bring love out into the open. It is the silent communication of two souls without words, just understanding, heart to heart, across time and miles.
Sometimes we have a situation in our life that requires us to just stop talking. Just stop thinking. Just stop planning. Just stop looking for the right words…..because, sometimes, (and as a writer and lover of words, I find this a challenge) there are no words. We must sit in silence and let the hearts talk amongst themselves.
And so, as another day goes by, talk evaporates and silence communicates, and…I have written.
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