Gratitude ~ Real Life Conversation

Greetings Dear Reader,

How often do we see or participate in this exchange?

“Hi, how are you?”

“Great!  How are you?”

“Oh, I’m good too.”

This is just one of many variations of our social contract of interaction.  So often this passes without either person listening.  I have stolen Dave Ramsey’s response to the how are you question.  I respond with “better than I deserve.”  It is true.

We use so many empty words.  At times, however, we get to have real-life conversations.  When we do something changes.  Something is moved.  Perhaps something is mended.  At times things get broken.

There are so many reasons for avoiding real conversation.  It makes us vulnerable to our faults and blind spots.  It forces us to face fears and failures.  It takes time.  To really talk to people requires that we invest time in it.  Given the risks it is little surprise that we do not do it more often. 

Sill, when it happens we need to have gratitude for it.  When someone opens up about real things we need to show them love and compassion.  We need to be there to hear and empathize.  We need to be grateful for the trust offered.

We also need to be real conversationalists.  We can be real about how we feel without whining or complaining.  One say what is going on without vitriol or drama.  Imagine the gratitude we could feel if we mastered being honest without drama.  I am grateful for real conversation.  How about you Dear Reader? 

Tin Man ~ America

Sometimes late when things are real

And people share the gift of gab between themselves

Some are quick to take the bait

And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And Cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round

Smoke glass stain bright color

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsuds green like bubbles

Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And Cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me

When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round

Smoke glass stain bright color

Image going down, down, down, down

Soapsuds green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man

That he didn't, didn't already have

And Cause never was the reason for the evening

Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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