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Are You Listening?

I’m quite certain that most of you have heard the phrase: “There’s a reason why God gave you two ears and only one mouth.” Or something along that line!

If you’re like me, you can probably think of times when you only listened to part of what someone had to say and jumped to conclusions before the person finished their thoughts. OR… you were on the other end of that situation. You were trying with all your might to explain your point of view on something, but the person you were talking to cut you off mid-sentence–or shut you out entirely.

One incident immediately comes to my mind! It happened around twenty-five years ago, but it has stuck with me all this time.

I consider myself a good driver. Knock on wood, I’ve never gotten a ticket. Yes, those of you who know me well have heard my story about wrecking my driver’s ed car, but hey… I was in training! That didn’t count. I’m grinning, but this is a true fact. That accident–totaling the teacher’s car–never went on my record. So, to this day, I have a very clean driving record. I’d like to keep it that way!

Now, back to my story… That awful incident at the now-gone Bellevue Mall.

I worked at the mall back then. I knew the roads in and out of the parking lot very well. There was an entrance where the person coming into the mall had the right of way. People who were driving the road that circled the mall itself had to stop (yes, there were stop signs) for the incoming traffic. I’d entered the parking lot that way many times, and I was cruising right along, ready to turn onto the road that circled the lot. I did NOT have a stop sign.

Well, on that fated day, I cruised in, only to be blasted by a series of horn-honks coming from an irate driver who assumed I should have stopped. I knew I was in the right. She was supposed to wait at her stop sign and let me pass. Well, she followed me, screaming profanities out her window. I, too, stopped and tried to explain to her that I had no stop sign, but she was yelling too much to hear me. Hate-rays gleamed from her wide eyes, and the words coming from her mouth would have made a sailor blush.

Well, I knew that anything I had to say would go unheard. She wasn’t about to have me calmly explain that I was right and she was wrong. I felt bad that I upset her, but what more could I do? I took off driving again, parked to go in to work, and hoped she wouldn’t come after me with a pitchfork.

I’ve often wondered if she ever found out that incoming traffic didn’t have a stop sign. I’ll never know.

Anger often makes people shut off their ears and open their mouths. Sadly, we see that a lot nowadays. I find it sad that people can’t just talk about their differences and opt to scream instead. I believe in my heart that deep down inside, we all want the same thing. A peaceful way for everyone to go about their daily lives and be happy.

My husband and I should know each other very well by now after being married almost thirty years, but we still have communication issues. I believe that part of it is that we’re so comfortable with each other that we assume we know what the other person is thinking. Not a wise thing to do! So, we make a great effort to really listen. Jumping to conclusions can lead to a lot of problems!

He does have legitimate hearing issues and (to my joy) got hearing aids about a year ago. Up until that point, I was amazed at what he thought people were saying on TV. Sometimes, his interpretation made a show more comical. Other times–especially where news was concerned–his misunderstanding could have been borderline dangerous. There are some things that demand facts and not assumptions.

But even without genuine hearing impairments, are we really listening? Do we take the time to think about everything being told to us? When in conversation, do our minds wander?

And what about the ‘nice’ sounds that the world has to offer? How long has it been since you’ve gone out into nature and really listened?

One thing I miss about the first home my husband and I owned is the creek than ran behind it. We lived on six acres, partially wooded. At night, there were so many sounds coming from the direction of that creek. Frogs croaking, crickets chirping, owls hooting. It was awesome! In our current home, we have a wooded area behind our house, but there are many other homes around us and it’s not as serene as it was at that first house. Noises include things not quite as pleasant–like revving engines and one particular neighbor who sometimes likes to play their music excessively loud. Still, we love it here. It’s home, and it has its own charm!

When we want to really enjoy nature, we like to go to Cades Cove in the Smokies. We try and make it an anniversary trip every year. We went earlier this month, and for the first time, it was raining when we visited the cove. We still saw a lot of wildlife–they didn’t seem to mind the rain–but we kept our windows rolled up to keep from getting wet! Here’s a photo from a previous trip when it wasn’t raining and we had our windows down.

I often hear people say children nowadays are having a more difficult time communicating, since so much of what they do is typed. Talking and listening are a huge part of what makes us who we are, so I hope that all of the amazing technology we have won’t change that. Face-to-face interaction is so important, and I’m not talking about facetime on a screen.

I challenge everyone to have a good conversation with someone today. Take turns talking and listening. And after that, take a walk and attune your ears to what’s around you. Let me know what you hear!

Newsletter – April 2025

This month certainly flew by….

We spent many days traveling–lots of road time! If any of you have driven across the country, then you know what it’s like. I’m always amazed at the difference in terrain from one state to the next. We saw everything from desert-like baren land to lush mountains covered in trees and even a little remaining snow.

This photo was taken just outside of Deer Lodge, Montana. If you’ve read my series, “His Heart’s Long Journey,” then you might recognize the city name. When I saw the road sign, I just had to take the photo! I love seeing in person where my characters ventured.

There’s so much beauty in this country! People often ask me if I’d consider moving back to Idaho–even my husband asked me that question on this trip. Yes, Northern Idaho is gorgeous and I grew up there, but now that I’ve lived in Tennessee for more than thirty years, it’s home. I enjoyed spending time where I lived in my youth, but a lot of it has changed. The area grew up, too! Coeur d’Alene (where I lived right before moving to Tennessee), has more than doubled in population. It made me a little sad to see all the congestion. However, people that have no idea what it was like in “the old days” absolutely love it. They’ve embraced the mountains and lakes and the city’s pristine beauty. I preferred it before all the high-rises filled the downtown landscape.

Here’s a photo taken going into Coeur d’Alene. It truly is gorgeous!

I fully understand the saying “Home is Where the Heart Is.” My heart is here in the South with my husband and my sweet dog, Jax. I’m at peace here, and at my age, I see that as a very good thing! I don’t need any kind of fast-paced life anymore. Maybe that’s what I saw changed in my old home town. The place is ‘buzzing’ more than it used to. It’s still fun to visit, but I’m happy to be home.

I often wonder about the people who live way out in the vastness of states such as South Dakota and Wyoming, where houses dot the landscape here and there. Miles and miles between each one. For me, that’s too laid back! Too quiet and no ‘buzz’ at all. But I’m sure the people who grew up there and still embrace it would feel stifled in my small town in Tennessee. It’s things like this that inspire my stories.

I’ll be giving a workshop next month at a writer’s conference in Clarksville, TN, that centers around the concept that a character’s environment blends with the character to make them who they are. Lily Larsen, from my book “Whispers from the Cove,” would be a completely different person if she had been raised in St. Louis, MO, rather than in the Smoky Mountains. Our environment definitely shapes us–as do the people that surround us. I’m excited to lead this workshop!

Think about your favorite stories and try to imagine your characters in a different setting. Let me know what you think! Would it completely change the story?

I’d also love to hear what drew you to live where you are. Is it where you grew up, or were you “transplanted” there?

You’ll be glad to know that “Ardent Adelia” is rolling right along. I took time off from writing while on my trip, but I’m back at it again and excited to bring her story to you!

Thank you for sharing all my adventures with me!

HUGS!

Jeanne