Regardless of where I go, I hear them.
They are like mirrors that reflect back what they see,
- like tones that ring through the ears,
- like feathers that caress the hands,
- like the wind that brushes the face.
The things we say leave behind echoes. How we act or react to someone, some event, some occurrence leaves an echo that follows us through life. Many of us discover this when we look at the people that have followed in our footsteps.
- The neglected child who neglects,
- the neighbor who never has time,
- the partner that refuses our overtures of tenderness;
- the friend who has been ignored.
These are all echoes that leave behind inharmonic traces of bridges burned.
Sure, some friendships are not destined to last forever; some children feel neglected because of their own inability to give love; some neighbors are not our cup of tea for good reasons; some partners' brutality, whether mental or physical, have destroyed our trust; some friends are better off not having in our lives, but still these are echoes. However, these echoes stop when we decisively walk away from them. They become impotent.
Echoes, can you hear them?
The warmth of the woman turned mother as she mirrors the love her mother gave her to her own child;
The support of a friend who shares his or her daily bread with you;
The neighbor who shed tears at your kindness in their time of sorrow;
The partner who climaxes in shared sexual intimacy that restores.
These are all echoes that leave behind harmonious traces of bridges that have been built and are standing solid like unmovable rocks.
Echoes of life define the harmonies within us and paint the relationships we have with our partners, families, friends, neighbors, colleagues and with the world around us.