To Hear Once More
The silence was deafening at first. She'd known that the first day would be the hardest, here at the beach house, away from everything and everybody; the constant dinging and ringing.
Where she sat on the beach, all Odette could hear was the sonorous crashing of the waves, the insistent screeching of the seagulls, and the joyful laughter of children. It was noisy in a different way: it washed over and around her. The noises did their own thing. They didn't demand her attention the way her phone did. They didn't push for an immediate answer, or require a response.
Odette relished the feeling of freedom she was experiencing. This must be the way it had been for her parents way back then. How strange. How liberating.
The benefits of her self-imposed cellphone ban were numerous and came at once. She could hear her thoughts again, from somewhere deep within. She was freed from the constant fear that no one would see or like her posts: that she would be ignored or lost in the sea of social media.
Every day, Odette walked down to the beach and stayed as long as she could. She listened to the wind, the waves, the gulls, and the happy noise of children and dogs. But most of all, she listened to His voice again. Because she could.
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Copyright: Alison Lawrence
Drawing by the author
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With love, blessings, and prayers.
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