This phrase comes from a Taoism–He who knows does not need to talk (or something like that).  But it is a conundrum being humans when we mostly talk and think.  Never stop thinking–or rarely.  And mostly what we do is tell stories, live the stories we tell, change stories and then try to live new stories.

Today I am telling about the bad stories in my past that helped me not want to live them like that anymore.  It’s astounding how being truly aware of my bad times is the best thing that has helped me be different.  But how do you tell that to teenagers just barely getting into their bad times.  HA.  They won’t believe you anyway.  Teenaged years are the most insecure and know-it-all times.  They are stretching their experiences away from their home–and taking everything they learned with them.

I reach out to be empty today.  I open my heart, chest, mind and soul to let the wind of drunk-dancing spring birds be the only sound that fills my body and the room around me.  I stand as a wind chime awaiting Her delicate sweet whisper at my neck.