I took this picture over a month ago. On seeing the eagerness of these hatchlings to have their voices heard, and sharing this picture with my sisters, one of them suggested this title and idea for today’s blog post.
How do we make our voices heard without the adjective, “strident,” attached to our name?
The older I get, the braver I become, not concerned as much about being shut down, negated, or muffled. Instead, I’m proactively putting feet to my dreams, taking risks, thrusting my previously only fantasized about ideas out there.
Through the agar medium of creativity, I’m growing my gift of imagining. I’m no longer fearful of being “wrong,” like a child timid about coloring outside the lines. I now look forward to the challenge of hard questions, researching and pursuing feasible, applicable, relevant answers. I’m learning to recognize opportunities that touch the vulnerability in another, to use my voice to honor the depth of another’s feelings.
My voice is heard when I give my voice to someone else, when I create a pathway for another to speak their passion, to follow their curiosity, and to find their voice.
For whom have you championed voice-finding?
For God did not give us a spirit of fear, but of power and love and self-control.