Listen to the Whispers (so you don't have to hear the screams)


Inspiration comes quietly. . . at first. A small pain in your side, you ignore.  Later a sharp pain, you medicate, then an agonizing burst appendix . . . and it screams “Surgery!”

Listen to the Whispers. . . and the screams will never be needed.

Be they emotional wholes (intentional spelling), spiritual promptings, social, intellectual longings or physical attentions needed. 

Listen.  Shhhhhh, be still.

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