When one can’t read, one can listen.
Listen?
Just like our September 2009 trip to Glacier Bay, Alaska, (picture above) when they turned off the boat, turned off all the music and noise, and just parked us in front of a glacier so that we could hear it calving (small chunks busting off and dropping into the water). The sound was deafening, but stark. I realized then that my ears are out of practice. I have too much going on and just need to listen.
What do I hear when I listen? I hear the sound of the heater (the sun is just out, so the heater will shut off soon), and I hear the whistle of a train passing through the valley below. I hear the airplane high overhead, disappearing into the clouds. I hear the swoosh of cars as they drive by on the road behind us. I hear the silence buzzing in my ears.
Then hubby comes downstairs to get snacks and we chat back and forth, he clinks pans together as he fusses in the kitchen upstairs, I focus on my writing, and begin to sing a song from our church service on Sunday under my breath. It’s entirely appropriate to my day and I’m glad that my subconscious remembered it.
Another plane breaks the sound barrier high above us and hubby clinks more pans. I realize he is putting away the dishes I washed the night before and I smile. Another car swooshes by, and I can see blue sky peeking through the clouds.
Practice: What do you hear today? What are you listening to?
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