I was on a walk down an unfamiliar neighborhood street. I had hoped for peace and quiet, but two people joined me. As they talked I thought about what I would rather hear, but probably never will.
She: “The people in that house have been here for about three years. They have a son who lives in B– and a daughter who just got accepted into Yale on a scholarship for fencing”
What I want to hear: “Listen to the doves….cuckoo-coo. And those other bird calls are quail.”
He: “Why did these [other] people build their house to face at an angle like that? It makes no sense. They would rather look at their neighbors’ kitchen window than at the canyon!”
What I want to hear: “Feel the warm sunshine and the soft breeze.”
She: “This woman has lived here for about 20 years. Her daughter lives with her now to take care of her. Her boyfriend is from U–”
What I want to hear: “I know the woman who lives here. She has such a cheerful house and her smile is so sweet. You’d like the way her eyes shine when she tells stories of her past.”
I like a quiet walk without conversation at all. Talking would be tolerable if only people would talk about the things I love.
Happy things. Beautiful things. Gratefulness and appreciations. Simple pleasures.