Slice of life

The Art of Civil Conversation

In light of the ongoing national conversation, I’d like to highlight a few sections of a previous article, Mindful Political Awareness

While mindfulness is important for daily life, civility is extraordinarily crucial for our daily conversations. It is an art, not a natural reaction, that becomes easier with practice. The truths we share are readily accepted when we share them respectfully. And yes, eventually we must move beyond talking and take action. But, if we begin from a place of respectful understanding through civil conversation, our actions can have a greater impact.

 

LISTEN & EMPATHIZE

When we participate in conversations, mindfulness can help us to empathize and speak our truths in a meaningful manner. Active listening is a discipline that helps us tune out our internal monologue and genuinely hear what other people have to say. When combined with mindfulness, it becomes a powerful tool that allows us to breathe, focus, and attune ourselves to what is truly important. We start to identify the strength of our emotions, particularly when we need to disengage from heated scenarios. Not only that, but we begin to hear political arguments differently. Our minds are suddenly receptive to new information and we begin to understand even when we disagree.

SAY THANK YOU

Please. Excuse me. Thank you. We teach children that these are ‘magic words’ but we may not fully appreciate their magical qualities. One of my friends regularly engages in political discussions on Facebook, but somehow these conversations never get caustic. How is this possible? As I was struggling with cordial dialogue, I began watching how he managed these conversations. The key phrase he frequently said was, thank you. “Thank you for joining the conversation,” he would reply to commenters before subtly introducing a counter-point for consideration. This did several things. It established a respectful tone, made the participants feel appreciated, and added value to the conversation – just through two simple words. A precedent of introspection and respect sets the foundation of healthy conversation.

The politics of democracy have governed our beautiful country for 242 years. It touches our lives in many ways, and we each have a claim in the conversation. With mindful political awareness, we can maintain focus and consider other points of view.

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Who I Am is Not My Age

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Growing up, I was a daydreamer who enjoyed reading books, climbing trees, and having interesting conversations with anyone. It didn’t matter if you were a toddler, a peer, or an awesome person rockin’ the age of 105. I didn’t care about anyone’s age… until they cared about mine.

“You’re so young!”

“You’re so mature for your age!”

That was the theme of most conversations I had with adults as I progressed from middle school to high school. When a well-meaning adult would ask my age, their demeanor immediately shifted. The assumption was, I couldn’t share their experiences. I didn’t fit into their ‘adult’ box. The conversations became static.

“What year are you in high school?”

“What do you want do with your life?”

Does any high school student honestly know the answer to this question? Sure, I dreamed about becoming a veterinarian with a blue convertible, but life has a way of changing our dreams so… let’s talk about anything else.

I quickly identified the adults I could really talk to. They would talk with me, not down to me. We chatted about our favorite movies, jobs, and our different life experiences. Our conversations sparkled.

Then I grew up. I worked an internship, achieved a full-time job, and bought a house. I finally stepped into the ‘adult’ box. Little did I know, I still didn’t fit.

“You’re still in your twenties?! You’re so young! Well, you are too young to remember this reference…”

These statements sorted me into the ‘just-barely-an-adult’ box. Which was hilarious, considering my love of history, antiques, and jazz. I even watched every single episode of I Love Lucy. If there was an older pop-culture reference I didn’t understand, I could learn. But alas, I had been sorted out of the ‘adult’ box.

Currently, I have been rolled up and tossed into the millennial category where I am dismissed as a disrespectful, entitled brat. Woah! Wait a minute. Like everyone else in the millennial box… the baby boomer box…. and every box humans like to create…

I am not my age. Age doesn’t have to define us, because…

We are ourselves. An awesome mish-mash of messy experiences, embarrassing mistakes, and fantastic triumphs. And we are better because we are all different.

So excuse me, I am going to step out of my box. Can I offer you some of my idealism for a bit of your experience? Let’s have a conversation that sparkles.

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Red Cedar Serenity

Between class and work, I found myself along the Red Cedar at MSU. I settled onto the steps leading down to the riverbank and watched the flocks of ducks and Canadian geese and they reveled in the water. Slowly, the pressures of the day faded away as the ripples lulled my feathery friends into a slumber. The smell of late summer breeze mixed with the evergreen essence of fallen leaves and water running over mossy rocks.

The serenity of nature is contagious if you take the time to notice. To sit silently as nature sings around you. The senses are heightened and dancing shadows speak. The knots of the mind unwind. The noisy pursuits of life fade quietly into a moment of pure existence. All that is to be done, is to be. To feel the golden sun. To watch the marine life under the mirrored surface of water. To understand the chirp of a bird.

The peace was momentarily interrupted by another group of geese. With their heads lowered in defiance, they honked their way across the riverbed and settled themselves just above the whispering rapids – their preferred preening location.  The blue sky was pierced by the silent flight of a heron, making its way upstream to better hunting grounds. The sleeping ducks merely tucked their heads further under wing. With a deep breath, I picked up my bag and headed back work. But this time, I noticed the crickets along the sidewalk serenading my way.

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An Ode & Intro

a blog

a log of words

strung together

to resurrect odd thoughts

distant emotion

to connect with the reader

be they a world away

I type into the white void

characters to speak

for me

and for others

to create and explore

the world we share

 

Hello world! I am a lover of words, but I’ve restricted my writing to college classes, local newspapers, and the various notebooks which are scattered around my house. The internet provides a stage for even the most introverted of writers, so here I am. I look forward to connecting with fellow readers and writers as I begin my exploration of words on this blog. In the coming months, I plan to post some my best short stories and non-fiction articles. I may also post a few reflective essays and links to my articles featured on other blogs. Until then, cheers!