July 24, 2014
Written by Maximus Peperkamp, M.S. Verbal Behaviorist
Dear Reader,
It is 1:30am in the night and this verbalizer is sitting
in a chair (which belonged to his beloved father-in-law) near an open window. Nearby a bird is singing beautifully. The
air is cool and the monotonous moving sounds of cars driving by in
the distance create a contrast to the variation of the song. What an elaborate
repertoire. The bird sings something new every moment. It goes
on and on.
How wonderful to just sit here and to write these words. How
peaceful and calm is this moment in which thoughts don’t seem to have any
importance. My skin, the circumference of my
body, enjoys this freshness and my sleepiness will soon be satisfied when I go back
to bed again. Once my head will land on my pillow, I will be fast asleep, no
questions asked, because there is nothing to think of.
Before I go, I like to praise this blissful moment and be
absorbed in it with all my heart. I dedicate it to those who don’t experience this. I
hope they too find this peace. We can all have it. It is there for everyone if only
we would wake up to it, hear it and relax into it. It is 2:00am and the
midnight concert keeps going. A dog
nearby is barking. The bird responds and the barking soon subsides.
When sentences like these are spread out over time and only
as few as eight words per minute get written onto this page, there is a lot of space for them to come together. This joining is happening due to natural circumstances
in which the verbalizer, the writer, the speaker is attuned to and in harmony with
the mediator, the reader, the listener. And, the sky is clear and full of stars...
When the sleep sets in and no more words are added, the bird's serenade will still continue. Waiting for that moment is so rewarding and when
that good old friend arrives, gifts of love and goodness are exchanged in a
speechless embrace. We knew we would meet again to have this reunion. We are grateful and we acknowledge that
everything that has happened made our connection possible.
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