That’s how I feel about podcasts. I’m thrilled that there are people out there creating and publishing podcasts so that we can all listen to them. Thrilled and grateful. Because if you’re doing it…than that means I don’t have to.
Let me explain.
I love the concept of podcasts. Doing the research for my podcast was a lot of fun. But the actually recording of it? Nope. I’m in love with the written word, not the spoken word. Too many years of being a therapist – talking and listening. I like the solitude of writing. I like the freedom of spilling out words on the page, then going back and tweaking them, playing with them, switching them around…until they have a rhythm that I like. But with a podcast? It doesn’t feel natural. Even scripted and read, it just takes the mystery of the words away. Does that make sense? They have a different tenor when they are spoken aloud.
But wait a minute. What am I saying?
Words spoken aloud resonate in a different way. And…sometimes they can be even more powerful. Right now, I’m thinking back to an experience I had at a week-long yoga retreat. On the last day we were asked to spend the day in silence and journal about our experience. I remember sitting out on the deck and writing for over 2 hours straight. Pages and pages poured out of me. It was a profound, amazing experience. But…when I think about it now, it wasn’t until I actually read it out loud (to myself), that I cried. Hearing it, hit me at a different level. And I’ve found this to be the case on several occasions now that I think about it. Reading a story in Chicken Soup for the Soul and being so touched by it that I read it to my husband – and finding my voice crack with emotion as I read it aloud (much to my husband’s discomfort – smile).
So..the power of the spoken word. I guess that’s what a podcast can capture.
Maybe I’ll need to get over my self-consciousness about my lisp and…maybe…try this again?
Hmmm…I think I’ll need to think this over a bit more.