Finding Our Voice

A brown bird with large eyes, and white speckles sits in a limb
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One of my favorite sounds is that of the Chuck Will’s Widow. I always look forward to their arrival in spring. Its voice cuts through the darkness and rings out with a distinct call.  This is a very shy bird that is not often seen but whose call is melodic and strong.

What better symbol for the process of finding our voice. When we are trying to become more clear about who we are, what we believe, what we value, it is helpful to come to the quiet. We toss our words into the silence and listen as their echo returns to us, asking ourselves, “Is this my truth?” We fine-tune our narrative until our inner truth and words and deeds align and we can declare distinctly, “This is me. I am here!” And others hear us and recognize us by our song. Our voices, honed by intentional reflection, pierce the darkness of unconscious conformity and allow us to be seen and to inspire others to do the same.

As I begin this blog, I’m aware that I’m trying to find my voice in this new way. I hope to gain more clarity and certainty along the way.


It took me quite a long time to develop a voice, and now that I have it, I am not going to be silent.
Madeleine Albright