What exactly do you call

S             I           L             E             N             C             E

that    s   p   e   a   k   s.       .       .        ?

Some call it

C o n s c i e n c e

Some call it

I n t u i t i o n

Some call it

S i x t h   S e n s e

Some call it

E n e r g y

Some call it

S p i r i t

Some call it

S        i        l        e        n        c        e

I had just finished a funeral

it was a little 3:30 in the afternoon

and my first thought was to go and finish charting;

but then

I     T

happened.       .       .

As   I   pulled   out   of   the  funeral   home   parking   lot

and began going down the short road to home

I saw there was a lot of traffic

and at the one light

where I would have gone straight

I turned left and got on the road

that took me to

Ames Family Hospice House

one of our inpatient units.     .     .

When I walked in the front door

there she was.       .       .

I had only met her once.     .     .

y   e   s   t   e   r   d   a   y

and we had talked about

the decline of her father and

.       .       .and his funeral.        .        .

and now I walk in and actually see

her being picked off the floor by some staff

and her husband

after being told

“You’re  father died,”

after sitting vigil for him with days on end

and just leaving for a few moments

to pick up her children from school.      .     .

When she saw me, she looked in disbelief and said,

“There’s   the   guy   who’s   going   to   do   my   dad’s   funeral;  how   did   he   know   to   come?”

After I sat with the family for a while

and we made some preliminary funeral arrangements

and I was walking away from them

I heard a voice from a gentleman

who’s uncle I had a funeral service for

two weeks earlier.     .     .

“C      H      U      C     K !”

.      .     .and when I turned to see who was calling my name,

his wife asked,

“How   did   you   know   to   come   here.     .     .my   mother   just   died.”

H     O     W.        .       .

h o w     i n d e e d.       .       .

was  it

c o n s c i e n c e

i n t u i t i o n

s i x t h  s e n s e

e n e r g y

s p i r i t

s        i       l       e       n       c       e

The World takes us down so many, many

d i f f e r e n t   r o a d s

and one of the biggest secrets in the World

isn’t  that they are all in our hands

and not that they all lead

t o  a

p        l       a      c      e

b u t    t o     a

d        e        s        t      i       n       a        t       i        o        n

w h e r e

s            i            l            e            n            c            e

s  p  e  a  k  s

that can be heard

in crystal clear

precision

with no misunderstanding.        .        .

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

l i s t e n.        .       .

There’s a big difference

between listening to the

s    i    l    e   n   c   e

and actually

hearing

e x p e r i e n c i n g

it.     .     .

That’ll take you down roads that will have you and people asking,

“How  did  you  know  to  be  here?”