The sound of a voice, no two are the same. I can be mesmerized, angered, seduced and totally fall in love just by a voice. A voice can soothe me, calm me, excite me, bring me to laughter or tears. So very powerful, our voices. Lately I have been paying more attention to the voices of the people I love. I became caught up the other day in listening to a woman speaking to me, I really listened to her voice, to the tone, to the cadence. Her voice was deeper than I expected, more mature than I remembered. Her voice was beautiful and uniquely her. No one else has her voice.
So I thought about voices and how they bring me home always. The ones that have passed, I long to hear their voice. Those sounds will never be repeated in this lifetime again. To hear the voice of my father or mother….I don’t even have words for what that would mean. To lose the voices I have in my life now, my son, my family, my friends….unthinkable, but it happens. Tonight I had a conversation with my grandmother. She turned 94 last week. I know clearly how precious my time is with her. I listened hard to her voice, no one else can ever make those sounds, those tones, that rhythm. Trying to memorize it, knowing someday it will be gone.
Enough sadness. How about the joyful voices, those that are here and now and bring me such pleasure. Each a world within itself. A certain man calls, he has very distinctive soul in his voice. Another calls, well he is smooth as glass. And another, comfortable and like coming home. Everyone special in itself. There is no comparison, no one voice is better or worse. They all have their magic. And my family, oh my gosh. I can hear my son’s voice right now even though he is miles away. Same with my sister and my friends. They call, immediately I know who it is, their voice belongs only to them. Their very souls speak out through their voice in a way only they can.
Why are the voices special ? Yes, they are all different but so are noses and eyes and feet. But voices carry weight. They convey our emotions. A voice can lift you or knock you down. It can fill you with love and hope. But it can also be angry and scary. Voices are a conduit to our souls. We have to be so very careful with our words and our tones. Words cut quick and deep and they cannot be unsaid. And you will always remember the voice that hurt you, just as you will remember the ones that healed you and loved you.
I am going to soak up the voices around me. Especially the ones that come from the people I love. I am going to listen for laughter, song, welcome, joy, love. I want to hear that, I want to know that. Your voice matters, my voice matters. We are the only ones who can create these sounds. This is ours and it is special and it is valuable. And what we say and the emotions we convey matter. This is how we connect with the rest of our world. And whether we realize it or not we impact others way more than we know. I want to speak with love and compassion but beyond that I think its important to be honest. And sometimes honest is not a pretty package. Its sometimes hard to speak the truth. But it is respectful and honorable to both myself and to whom I am speaking. So I guess when my voice is remembered they will say she tried to speak the truth and stand in a place of love. At least I hope so.
Speak with love and sing with joy.