I am a Health Therapists and like many others in my field I was initially attracted to a profession that allowed me to fix people. I had all the answers for health and well-being. Now that I am older and wiser still I realise that there is absolutely nothing I can say or do to make another change their behavior.
The only gift I can offer the suffering is my silence and yet after all these years, I find it difficult to really listen. The habits, patterns, motivations of a life time imprinted in my soul. O that I could be the person described in the anonymous poem below…
I know you are listening when:
You come quietly into my private world and allow me to be me
You really try to understand me even when I am not making much sense
You grasp my point of view even when it goes against your own sincere convictions
You realise the time I have taken from you has left you a bit tired and a bit drained
You allow me the dignity of making my own decisions, even though you think they may be wrong
You don’t take my problem from me, but allow me to deal with it in my own way
You hold back your desire to give good advice when you sense I am not ready for it
You give me enough room to discover for myself what is going on
You accept my gift of gratitude by saying how good it makes you feel to know that you’ve been helpful.