What do you hear when you see water gushing over rocks? I hear a rumble and roar as the lake fills and overflows after rainfall. It gets louder and reverberates as it descends to the open mouth of the underground tunnel – the reservoir’s original draw–off point over a century ago. Yet here’s the thing. … Read more
How about stepping into the silence rather than running away from it? What might we find that we can’t hear elsewhere? Especially once we make friends with our fear. Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿
Following yesterday’s post, What does this time ask of me? I recalled a phrase I was drawn to a while ago: fresh sight from the quiet edge. So I carried it with me while walking across the hillside after feeding the alpacas. Expecting to see something… FINDINGS AT THE QUIET EDGE At the quiet edge,away … Read more
Seeing from the side,the edge whereothers care notto stand. What do you see? And what do you hearon the wind, that speaks aloneto you? Or what do you noticethat is callingfor your soft, innerattention? This is for you. Open your handsto receive, andyour heart to respond. We are waiting.
Beyond this verdant bank of green, the valley drops to the old stone water steps feeding into a small, shaded sluice pond. Walking along our lane, the sound of the water changes depending on the density of the vegetation and how far I am from the source. It’s the same sound, but I hear it … Read more