Our Voice

There is in each of us a voice, unique in timbre, idiosyncratic in projection. Rarely do others hear this voice clearly—reserved as it is for the quiet times of solitude and pensive introspection. But it is there, in all of us. And while some of us would seek to guard the utterances from this individuated voice, like a precious but secret treasure, it is my belief that deep inside we all just want to be heard and listened to. To find someone who would sit with us for but a moment and simply attend to our words. How could it not be that true understanding of our selves, by others, is predicated on us vocalizing all that is within us, on conveying without judgement or fear the silent but tremulous stirrings of our most vital soul?