The words of a whisperer are like delicious morsels; they go down into the inner parts of the body.
Oooh. This is true, isn’t it? When someone whispers something sordid or scandalous, we know it’s not a good thing, and yet, we lap it up. It goes down into the inner parts of the body. It’s like an insidious vapor that gets into our pores, whether we want it to or not. Note to self, if someone is whispering something bad, step away. There is no rule that says I need to partake, and certainly no benefit in doing so.
On the other hand, when someone whispers something good and loving, it also seeps in to the inner parts of the body. What comes to mind first is a lover’s whisper. It caresses the ear as it sinks deep in our soul. But a good whisper can also come from friends during a supportive hug at times of trouble.
There’s something very intimate about a whisper. It indicates a closeness between the two. There’s an implicit permission sought and granted, to bring lips to ear. Why is it then, that whispers are acceptable between acquaintances when sharing gossip? It’s as if permission sought and permission granted is skipped entirely.
This morning, I’m thinking about holding my ground when it comes to permission granted for a gossiping whisper. Just walk away and no one will get hurt, least of all my soul.
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