Listen: A New Song

“In the practice of our days, to listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.” ~ Mark Nepo

Some years back, I adopted the ‘choose a word to guide me’ exercise, and it’s been a great way to focus and allow that word to grow and inform me over the course of a year. However, this year just wasn’t working – no ‘one word’ was coming. Instead, many words presented them-selves, and since there’s no hard and fast rule to this exercise, I gave myself permission to change it up, including how and when I did my Intention Journal.

January

One the first day of this new year, I sat down with images and words and collaged my intentions for the month ahead. ‘Listen’ was my chosen word, and I gathered items to add to my window ledge alter. A stone was painted, and my releasing bundle  prepared.  Both came with me on my trip to California.

Listen…

It was great fun road-tripping with my long-time friend, beginning in Palm Springs, through Temecula, and on to our final destination in Carlsbad, CA. Though it proved to be more difficult than I thought to find a place on the ocean within our budget, the resort we stayed in was perfect- easy walkability to restaurants, shopping, and most importantly, the ocean.

I wasn’t intending on bringing my bundle with me, but the days preceding the trip were so cold, and the thought of trying to shovel away snow to build a fire in the chiminea just didn’t appeal. Besides, it seemed important it be done on my birthday, and so I listened. After dinner, we headed down to the beach to catch some stunning sunset photos…

The week passed much too quickly. We had sunny days, overcast skies and rain, but that didn’t stop us from having a great time and creating some wonderful memories. On our last day, we took a final walk along the water’s edge, darted incoming waves, and dug our toes into the sand, both of us lost in our own thoughts. Giving thanks for life, and family, and a friendship that has spanned 45 years.

Listening to the ocean’s roar…and making sure I remember its song once I’m back in my prairie home.

 

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