In the reality of working with more than thirty nationalities, I long for a universal language which transcends cultures, experiences, and languages. I found myself imagining a future where there was a universal translator embedded within my mind which automatically allowed anyone to communicate with another.
As crazy as my imagination might seem to some, I have been reminded of the wonder which is shared through natural beauty and wonder. Think about a sunset shared with one you loved. Think about a flower which took you to silence, a perfect bite of food, or the memory of a boat pushed on its edge with full sails. Each delivered a message, often without sound, personal and yet universal.
Unconditional gifts filled with care, kindness, and beauty are understood universally. Words matter, especially when accompanied by actions which speak far louder than the words ever could. I find myself reflecting on how I deliver a message, wondering if the positive intent within is enhanced or blocked by my action. When I slow down enough to let my intent catch up with the words, communication barriers are reduced.
Patience and understanding open doors for more conversation, creating opportunities to clarify and fill in the loose ends which can get lost in translation. I often catch myself squandering my careful construction of words in my rush to move on to the next. Creating space to let the message land and work gives birth to a shared dialogue.
Practice helps, especially when you watch others at work. One way I learn is watching how care and kindness plays out in the conversations when I am the listener. When it is magical, it often feels like I am listening to a Divine echo, one where “He speaks the same way to Jacob, speaks words that work to Israel.” (Psalm 147.19). I have experienced the warmth of acceptance, the patience of being brought along the journey to a greater story, and the shared celebration in arriving at an agreement.
It seems we have a shared language; if we are willing to use it.
