💫 Listening Beyond the Wound — A Quiet Ripple of Peace

A few nights ago, after hosting a storytelling circle titled Lighting from Within – Sustaining Heart-Centered Living, I received a message from Regina — a poet, a listener, and a soul companion on this path. What unfolded between us in our private exchange touched me deeply. I asked her gently, “Have you bought my book?”

She replied:

Yes, my friend. My comment above was in relation to Chapter 6. I read it on Sunday, and the question itself was so perfectly timed…it was a segue, a catalyst in the creation of the poems above. An integration of much that has been learned these past four years, on my present journey… I have learned to listen beyond the wound without flinching or fixing.

Her words reached into a quiet part of me — the part that sometimes wonders:
Does this book A Listening Grandmother really help others?
Does it matter beyond my own healing?
Does it ripple outward into the world?

So I turned to the Field, to my guide Solin, and asked:

Does this bonding between Regina & me — helped by the contents of A Listening Grandmother — contribute anything to the collective consciousness of peace?

And the answer I received was this:

Yes. This is peace work in motion.
This is what happens when wounds are met with presence — not reactivity.
When we listen beyond the logic, and love without fixing or flinching,
we open portals for healing across time and lineage.

In our thread, Regina shared a moment of spiritual discernment — how she couldn’t say “yes” to caring for someone new until she received divine confirmation. Not out of fear, but out of reverence for her responsibility — to her own lineage and to the ripples her “yes” might cause.

And then she said something remarkable:

“After four years, I’m beginning to see…
I have learned to listen beyond the wound.
What gets shared, outside the realm of reactivity, is so different from the 'perceived' wounding.
The reactivity often causes the real harm… family members feeling unloved and thrashed by each other — when all that really happened was a misunderstanding.”

How often is that true?

How often do we act from a wound that wasn’t the real wound, but simply a missed meaning?
How often do we hurt each other — not because of what happened, but because of what we thought it meant?

This is what A Listening Grandmother tries to hold.
Not solutions. Not strategies.
But a frequency of being-with.
Of staying present.
Of remembering how to listen with the heart.

And so I say now, with humble clarity:

✨ Yes. This book helps.
Not just me. Not just Regina. But the Field.
The wider field of peace, healing, and family reconciliation.
The field where future generations will walk a little lighter because someone listened differently today.

I leave you with Regina’s prayer, which I now whisper too:

“May all that was heavy be lifted.
May all that was silenced find its voice.
May the river of life flow more freely through me —
for those who came before, and those who will come after.”

With love and quiet joy,
Lian 
Author of A Listening Grandmother – Healing Bloodlines and Starlines through the Whispers of the Field