As nature erodes the earth into magnificent forms, life through endless experience opens us further and further to the essence of what matters. Each time I've been opened further, the way I experience life and receive things has changed.

To listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.

We are broken open, or we willfully shed.

We're quietly aching for something to celebrate

Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign of light.

To walk quietly until the miracle in everything speaks is poetry, whether we write it down or not.

I had over twenty years ago damaged the cilia in my ears. This has taught me many things. One thing I learned, paradoxically, is that there is much to be heard in silence.