I found my voice…..and am ready to lose it again.

Yesterday I did what I have never done. I crossed a boundary that I have never breached and it started with a face. It was a face that sat on a nerve. The nerve was my neighbor’s and the face was my maid’s. Doesn’t it sound irrelevant but I tell you it had the immense potential of a displaced stone that starts a mountain shattering landslide. To fill in the details of this irrelevant cause, my neighbor yelled I apologized and hoped for a better day. The yell turned into a sullen sulk. Then I thought Dalai Lama and compassion and ‘love thy neighbor’ and lots of positivity; and said hello again. Louise Hay didn’t work. I was again stuck out in the cold. Now I was hounded by complaints, my behavior was termed arrogant and it seemed my furniture creaked at the wrong times disturbing my neighbor’s peace of mind. I was called to account and badgered into a corner. It was then that I shocked myself. An astoundingly loud, immense roar became my voice. It stunned public eardrums and completely shook me up inside out. Now that voice has gone back into hibernation cave yet I know it exists and it makes me fearless and fearful at the same time. All because of a face that sat on a nerve.