Sometimes we need to stop and listen. To hush the noise and sense the deep whispers that have been trying to reach us all along. Gideon Heugh’s poem, You, is one of those whispers whose echoes we need to hear. YOU You are a wild and gleeful thing,nudged by lavish gracetowards all the astonishments,and nothing … Read more
The thing about echo chambers is that they are predictable. After a while, we know what will come next. Yet that familiarity can become comfortable. We know where we are, or at least think we are. Until we realise that this isn’t reality. And then we have a choice.
How do we seewithout sight,and knowwithout knowing? By courageouslyreleasing our grasp,relinquishing our rightto understand. Listening insteadfor heartbeats,and songsof the deep, and how waterflows, orravens dancein the wind. Only then, whenwe’ve finally let go can we glimpsethe unknown.
I wonder, what are we listening for? Is it the calling of our name in the middle of a crowd? The sweet pleasure of being seen amidst the others. Or is it the echoes of the earth? Reminding us that we are part of a time that stretches way beyond what we can see. Perhaps … Read more
Sometimes,we need toslip awayto somewherequieter. To listenclosely forthe whisperof our worldagain.
You must be quiet to hear the wild whispers and be still enough to notice your soul speaking. It’s like listening to the sound of the valley in the morning air. Or the ripple of water that sings of so many things with the silence of rhythm. I wonder, what are you hearing as you … Read more
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
Listening to ourselves, each other, and this amazing yet broken world takes time and patience. We can close our ears and pretend not to hear. Or receive the gift of joy. It’s our choice. INVITATION Oh do you have timeto lingerfor just a little whileout of your busy and very important dayfor the goldfinchesthat have … Read more
When we are still, what do we hear? Like listening for the sea in a seashell, are there sounds that remind us of elsewhere? Or another time? Recently, I’ve watched several videos of conversations early in the pandemic. Encountering this new world, perspectives on life and relationships were shifting. People were listening at a deeper … Read more
When you stop, what do you hear? Is it the echoes of unfinished conversations,the insistence of a reply,the sadness of the moment,or things said that were better left unsaid? What about the call of the wind,the whisper of water,the wordless sound of a place,or the rumble of the Earth? And what about the comfort of … Read more