When I was in high school, back in the dark ages, I was very active in speech and drama. No, I was NOT a drama queen, thank you very much! Though I wanted to be. Wait… Do two negatives in the same sentence make it so? Anyway, I digress. The speech teacher insisted I take and compete in debate, with the caveat that I could be in the plays and musicals and get the occasional chance at the drama stuff at contest. Problem was, she kept casting me in comedies. I’ll try to keep this story short rather than ranting about the unfairness of that because…drams queen! Not a comedienne (which is probably an offensive word to somebody because it denotes a femal comedian and can’t we all just be alike so whatever). I had an “alter-ego” that appeared present a sort of stand-up comedy routine/monologue. She was a young girl, spoke with a bit of a lisp and her opening lines were, “My name is Priscialla and I talk to the animals. And they talk back to me. So there.” When I saw this entry from the Universe in my inbox, I immediately flashed back to Priscilla.
The real reason animals don’t talk, Silver, is because they understand so much.
Word,
The Universe
©www.tut.comVerily, Silver, the more understanding one possesses, the less there is to say.
Upon reading this again, I’m struck by how profound it really is. Curiously, most of my Wolves tend to be on the reticent side. None of them talk just to hear themselves speak. They believe action speaks louder than words. They convey so much with a look, a touch, an attitude. And none of them are shallow. They might occasionally be jerks but they aren’t shallow. They feel deeply and they understand so much. Sometimes a picture (description or narrative) truly is worth a thousand words of conversation.
In these trying times, we should all consider this little pearl of wisdom and take it to heart. Because it’s true. The more you understand, the less you need to shout about it. And if you don’t think that animals truly understand, then just look deeply into their eyes. The Universe can be found there and they see and understand so much. Stay safe and healthy, my friends, both physically and mentally.
I would’ve loved to see your stand-up routine. And yep. Although, I can be a bit on the chatty side every now and then.
Safe and healthy here. And right back atcha. :hugs: (Because virtual hugs are all we can give right now.)
Virtual hug received and returned! One of these days in person! And we can sit on your deck and just watch the scenery. 😉 Priscilla was a hoot, sort of a cross between Eloise (of Plaza Hotel fame) and Edith Ann in her big chair on Laugh In. She had Eloise’s sweet heart and Edith Ann’s attitude. And opinions on LOTS of things. 😆