Tag: Listening
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Secrets by the Sea
I always choose my words carefully Even more so as you listen to me But somehow silently now suddenly I see my secrets have drifted out to sea. I’m a witness as my thoughts unfurl My secret privacies untangle and uncurl Confidences once kept in fear by me Now freed soar high above the sea. […]
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Everyone Failed Social Media : Except Mark Colvin
I knew Mark Colvin (and his kidney!) purely through Twitter! And sad at his loss. I did read some of his interview transcripts: a gentle questioner able to get a better answer! But in the maelstrom that is Twitter, he came across as funny, intelligent, curious, never ever patronising, clever and subtle, a joy to […]
Andrew Whalan
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Learning Disagreement Skills
Go on, click the angry icon. Share the negative post or tweet. Slip in and quickly criticise. Tell the other how they got it completely wrong. They lack intelligence. Common sense. Logic. Sit back and easily insult the unlike you. They can’t even think. They’re Inhuman. We should wipe them out. Yes it’s so easy […]
Andrew Whalan
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The Third Whisper Of Love
Safe between the cold clouds and their rain How can I ever want for heat again? This warmth will always be enough for me No longer tepid and lukewarm I’ll be. And to hold one breath and another That is yours as our spirit melds together Who would want ever to speak to be heard […]
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Captured By An Audience
You never really wanted to go out there. You’re outnumbered for one thing. You know that any false move in front of them will be the last and final one. You’re thinking that the light is too bright, your voice will be too soft, your tread too heavy, your stance too awkward. You’re really scared to […]
Andrew Whalan
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This Teleconference Has Been Postponed…
At last! Another opportunity to catch up on the backlog of outstanding work. A teleconference! I dialed in, entered the meeting identification, my pin and spoke my name. Then I placed my phone in hands-off mode and muted myself. I knew I was safe because: I wouldn’t be asked to contribute I had very little to […]
Andrew Whalan
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Waiting for The Sequel
On a not-so-crowded train. She is the only one standing. Back pressed against the only space that is neither seat nor door. Light brown curly but wiry hair, clear open face, same colour eyes (my best guess as far as I can see), all fully engrossed and engaged. The bumps and lurches of the train […]