Beckoning Breeze

Today I practiced careful listening. Although I usually try to do this, it’s not easy. My mind tends to get cluttered with thoughts; more noticeable when I listen to other people, to the sounds of nature, to silence. When my ears turn toward things other than myself, what I hear is unexpected. Even when listening to familiar things, like a known piece of music, hearing subtle nuances reminds me of the importance of staying centered.

So this morning as I walked to and from the bay, every time I felt a breeze, smelled the marshlands, or heard the song of an unfamiliar bird, I brushed away the clutter and listened. Whispers of the Spirit are blowing everywhere, and I don’t want to miss them.