Strolling along the beach I was accosted by a woman, smoke sparking from her ears. As a loner I’m used to such intrusions, fully aware that this would be a one-sided tirade. A spewing of her woes to a complete stranger, her family and friends long since burnt by her toxic vitriol.
Her horrid neighbour, the injustices, the noise, they lived too close, no privacy or room to move … you get the drift. Her constant drone washed over me in waves. I’ve developed the ability to half-listen knowing that this is more tainted by dark hatred then light love. This skill allows me to intercede with the odd inane comment or question often trampled over as the lava pours forth unchecked, my presence quite irrelevant to the process.
Forty minutes later as we approached the car park she suddenly realised that I was still walking beside her, still listening. As an afterthought she suddenly included me by asking “but you don’t know my neighbourhood do you?” I can’t lie, so I confessed that I had been a neighbour living further up the same street but never turned into her estate.
More than a year later I finally visited her estate and my tour highlighted that every house stands on 2-5 acres. Hardly on top of each other as she had led me to believe. So I can only conclude that, when blighted by such loathing, the fact that the culprit simply lives and breathes causes too much pain.
Every encounter teaches me something so I will always listen but that doesn’t mean I agree. Tolerance, love and gratitude are such a blessing … I pray that we all learn their true value for peace and contentment to lighten our loads, to flood our lives with warm sunshine!