It’s A Record
Last night I talked on the phone with my cousin Candace for four hours and twenty minutes.
“What do you talk about?” Durwood wants to know.
This can never be explained to a man. (Particularly one who is a lifetime member of the Man-Talker Association.) Durwood’s phone conversations are kept to a brief greeting, statements containing five words or less, and responses that are limited to one word remarks.
“Hey, man. How’s your schedule looking? Very good. You on your way? Oh, yeah, yeah. I saw it. Okay, man. See ya.”
Unless he’s had a few beers, our son Jim is of the same religion. Whenever I text or chat with him online, I end up writing at least a full sentence or two. I will be so pleased to get a witty and more-than-five-word reply, that I am inspired to respond with even more sentences. After all, a mother always appreciates a lively exchange with her son who attends college over one thousand miles from home.
At first, his replies might include more clever insights that are kept to a few concise phrases. Encouraged by the indication that he is listening to me, I reply with more sentences. This is about the moment when a rapid decline of interest becomes apparent. Like his father, he is simply weary of my chattiness, and the one word replies begin to make their appearance. “Yes” and “okay” are two of his favorites.
My dad, an original Man-Talker himself, smiles proudly when someone mentions any of his fifteen grandchildren. Mention Jim in his presence, and the sage smile brightens.
With a subtle nod of approval, Dad will remind us that “Still waters run deep.”
This is a sound theory and a beautiful observation. If this wisdom holds true with Women-Talkers, then Candace and I converse within a deep and rapid-flowing river.
The duration of last night’s phone conversation may not be a record for me. Besides Candace, I have had more than a few telephone visits of considerable length with my friend Gabrielle and my sister Evie, as well.
Talking on the phone while loading the dishwasher, sorting some laundry, or not having to make excuses when you have to pee are indications that one is totally committed to the conversation.
As unique beings, there are many aspects of our existence that require our individual attention. We spend time alone to sort out our thoughts, ponder our choices, and adjust the direction of our emotional energy in order to strengthen our personal relationship with Divine Source. Crafting our deliberate intention to remember Who We Really Are facilitates the outward movement of our spiritual expansion. An additional connection with a soul sister provides the confirmation and mutual support that fuels this momentum with the most loving and harmonious energy.
Sometimes, my dear husband, this process can take up to four hours:)
Sister, that was just delightful. I feel much gratitude that we get to share this lifetime separately alone together in our journeys of expansion. I’m wearing the most delighted grin just thinking about it. May all who desire it be blessed to have a soul sister that they can enjoy a four hour and twenty minute conversation with.