The lions roar

Why does the lion roar? What makes them want to be heard so loudly in a world that is already so noisy and full of sounds bustling and competing with each other? Why do they feel the need to roar over everything drowning out the sound of the voices that should be heard, that ought to be heard, that are so desperately fighting to be heard over the mightiest roar, the humble quiet voices that whisper their roars for only the chosen ones to hear their messages of justice and veracity? How will we ever hear it all when only the loud ones are amplified, unjustly given centre stage to spread their messages that do nobody justice but themselves and themselves alone. I shall hear this roar no more for there is no more space for a roar so loud that it leaves no other space for the roars of anymore. To this roar, I say goodbye for it no longer has a home here and as I choose to lend my ears to those whose messages have gone unheard and ignored for far too long, whose reign has never been felt, whose roar has been silenced, muffled, ignored and denied for far too long..... that is the only roar that these ears shall hear.

These ears shall turn away from the mighty roars and learn instead to lean into the whispers unfolding softly, the gentle sound drifting on the breeze that taps you unexpectedly. The subtle change in the air that electrifies the hairs on the back of your arm or the deep dense forboding thickness of the change in the air as the clouds settle in, slowly but surely dimming the light that once was seen. The uncanny coincidences that creep into the corners of your eyes gently unfolding with the knowledge that you need to take the next step forward. The silences that roar louder than the thunder of the ocean beating down in a mighty storm. The tightening of your insides as your body fights to show you which way to go. The subtle unnoticeable looks that shimmer across valleys of knowing and understanding which once seen can never again be unseen. The knowing, deep unyielding knowledge of what you have always known, passed down from ancestors through shared genetics and coded within your blood, skin and bones. The messages which the world has fought for so long to hide, to shelter you from, to disperse, to distil, to distort and to disgust you within the very attempt to stop those messages from getting through. Those messages cannot forever be ignored because all that you do in your life and every path that you take will eventually continually take you back to, repeatedly until you are brave enough to answer that calling that previous generations have for so long not had the courage, bravery or timing to respond to. These messages will start just as one whisper, silent and afraid, calling out for strength and solidarity. For it is with solidarity that this one tiny whisper can start a revolution, quietly, subtly, louder than any roar for this whisper has the strength of many and the fight of many more who no longer wish to hear the mighty roar of this lion who for too long has been so obsessed with their roaring that they have not heard the thunder of the whispers building and growing to take their rightful place amongst those who should, could and will be heard. The place upon which we all deserve to be heard in all our wonderous glory, simple, human, hurting, healing, hoping, hearing.