One thing that has always amazed me is language. This has especially hit me on my trip to Italy. I had the advantage of having studied italian while with the sisters in formation, therefore I was able to understand a decent amount though I struggled to speak. The thing is, that did not stop me from understanding the other.
I spent so much time in my travels, including the airport, listening to the sounds that people make creating words. How is it that we came to speak as we did in all the different ways that we do? It was so beautiful to just marvel at the languages that I heard.
When people do not understand fully the other, the non-verbal interactions came out strong. Just the simple smile and other gestures make all communication possible. Again, it was beautiful. As I traveled and saw the sights of Italy that I did see, I also looked at people and how they responded to the holy places and gorgeous places that we saw. There is just something different in that which I really love.
Sometimes it is not really the sounds we make out of our mouths that make the difference and truly touch another, but we can’t disredit the words as well. How we speak, verbally and no-verbally, makes a difference in the lives of those around us. Seeing the beauty of language in many forms while traveling to holy places inspires me to be aware of how I am as well. It also gives me a deeper respect for thedifferent languages, verbal and non-verbal. What power we hold. What do we do with it?