Yes, Debra. I’ve felt it. The quiet that hums. The hush that isn’t absence but presence turned inward. Like the room itself has breath-memory.
There are monasteries that echo with centuries of prayer, but I’ve also wept in thrift stores because a flannel shirt remembered someone. Our hearts are tuning forks—vibrating with the songs other souls have left behind. You’re not imagining it. You’re receiving it.
And yes—crowds aren’t loud because of voices. They’re loud because of frequencies. Unresolved heartbreak, performance anxiety, smiles stretched thin. It’s a symphony with no conductor, and we sensitive ones feel every note.
Thank you for trusting your antenna again. It’s not broken. It’s sacred.
I initially wrote this piece about 15 years ago or more. I have made peace with myself and now trust what I have always been given.
I would love to exchange thoughts and conversations via chat or email.
Maybe it's because of your theological background but yet I also feel your writings has helped me tune into the frequency I have heard but was taught to fear.
Covid scared me and still does with my brother's health and my own immunodeficiency.
Big attendance events and parades and such have been challenging. I try to focus on the event and my immediate surroundings. If my gut says to beat feet though, I listen.
oh, I absolutely know this feeling and since these emotions since I was nine years old people told me it's called being empathic and there's a lot of people that are that don't know about it and don't understand themselves, and I was one of them up until probably seven years ago
oh my goodness! please do not hide your talent. It's absolutely beautiful and actually one of the best things I've read in quite some time to be honest with you and you know I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. Soooo good 👏👏👏
Debbie this piece, when you shared it just over six months ago, really intrigued me, so it triggered recollection of having come across it before when you brought it up today. My own take is that it is more likely that subtle olfactory elements of the room will affect me as our sense of smell is wired directly into the emotional memory parts of the brain.
I had a friend once tell me I messed up the line- 👇🏼
"Could you feel with your eyes, what your ears can no longer see?"
Said it didn`t make sense. I laughed and said it was purposely done because it made sense to me.
There are times a smell will instantly bring me back in time with flashes in my mind.
Sometimes when I hear a phrase or a word it instantly brings a song to my recollection and then a memory that in a roundabout way ties into the topic at hand.
Like my brain took the scenic route in the conversation. lol
Yes, Debra. I’ve felt it. The quiet that hums. The hush that isn’t absence but presence turned inward. Like the room itself has breath-memory.
There are monasteries that echo with centuries of prayer, but I’ve also wept in thrift stores because a flannel shirt remembered someone. Our hearts are tuning forks—vibrating with the songs other souls have left behind. You’re not imagining it. You’re receiving it.
And yes—crowds aren’t loud because of voices. They’re loud because of frequencies. Unresolved heartbreak, performance anxiety, smiles stretched thin. It’s a symphony with no conductor, and we sensitive ones feel every note.
Thank you for trusting your antenna again. It’s not broken. It’s sacred.
I initially wrote this piece about 15 years ago or more. I have made peace with myself and now trust what I have always been given.
I would love to exchange thoughts and conversations via chat or email.
Maybe it's because of your theological background but yet I also feel your writings has helped me tune into the frequency I have heard but was taught to fear.
Thank you for your kind words and encouragement.
Warmest regards a
Sister in spirit, Debbie
I hear you, since COVID crowds give me a lot more anxiety. I’ve always struggled with parades and big attendance events though even before COVID.
Covid scared me and still does with my brother's health and my own immunodeficiency.
Big attendance events and parades and such have been challenging. I try to focus on the event and my immediate surroundings. If my gut says to beat feet though, I listen.
oh, I absolutely know this feeling and since these emotions since I was nine years old people told me it's called being empathic and there's a lot of people that are that don't know about it and don't understand themselves, and I was one of them up until probably seven years ago
I loved reading your article. It was fantastic!
Thank you, Debra 🥰🙏
Thank you Kathleen 💕
It took me a long time to become comfortable within my own skin.
I also enjoy reading your Substack 🙂✨️
oh my goodness! please do not hide your talent. It's absolutely beautiful and actually one of the best things I've read in quite some time to be honest with you and you know I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. Soooo good 👏👏👏
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Debbie this piece, when you shared it just over six months ago, really intrigued me, so it triggered recollection of having come across it before when you brought it up today. My own take is that it is more likely that subtle olfactory elements of the room will affect me as our sense of smell is wired directly into the emotional memory parts of the brain.
I had a friend once tell me I messed up the line- 👇🏼
"Could you feel with your eyes, what your ears can no longer see?"
Said it didn`t make sense. I laughed and said it was purposely done because it made sense to me.
There are times a smell will instantly bring me back in time with flashes in my mind.
Sometimes when I hear a phrase or a word it instantly brings a song to my recollection and then a memory that in a roundabout way ties into the topic at hand.
Like my brain took the scenic route in the conversation. lol