Every now and then, I go on a one-day word fast. No writing, no talking, no reading. On days when I'm on a word fast, what I do is listen.
It's challenging for me since I believe I always have the perfect thing to say. Always. I do mean - ALWAYS. On word fast days it kills me that I can not add my clever two cents to any ongoing conversation. Astounding to me on those occasions is that the world keeps on turning, even without my witty opinions. I say nothing, and life goes on. Wow.
It can be challenging here in the U.S. where it's our custom to speak to strangers. Buying a coffee or some groceries, we are expected to chat a little bit. On word fast days, I always wonder if I'm perceived as rude for saying nothing. I always smile and make eye contact, but it feels awkward.
In Paris, I was on an intermittent word fast. It's no wonder that when I did come into contact with my friends there, I talked a blue streak. The rest of the week I said little more than, Une autre cafe creme, si vous plait. My head was full of thoughts, questions, observations, opinions. I wrote a lot, so it wasn't really a word fast, but it had the same cleansing effect.
It's dawning on me how medicinal it was to visit Paris. I squawked while there and for awhile after returning - also endlessly before I went - because it wasn't comfortable. But it was enriching. I learned. I got a soul bit back from the realms of light and I did great ancestor work. It was important.
My new/old friend, who has lived in Paris for 14 years, asked me last night if I'm having Paris aftershocks. I certainly am! Wow.
This is where, and almost at the moment when,
my soul bit returned. You can see my soul bit coming down
from the realms of light, right? I can see it for sure.
I love it that it happened at the Eiffel tower. Sweet!