Joan posted a few days ago a Ted talk by John Frances, who lived seventeen years of silence. It mobilized my awareness around listening, and so I am in listening mode, receiving mode, of late.
I like feeling the molecules around words spread and imagining them floating, lounging on little rafts or inner tubes.
I love these words from David Abram's book, Spell of the Sensuous.
“Only if words are felt, bodily presences, like echoes or waterfalls, can we understand the power of spoken language to influence, alter and transform the perceptual world.”
I am enjoying reading your words this morning, your experiences. I seem caught in a web right now, like a hammock, just swaying back and forth. Maybe it is seeing all the webs appearing over my windows and around my home. The spiders are either deceived by this surprise warmth, or are trying for one last chance to live and mate, but webs are now connecting all aspects of my house, both in and out, and I just can't bring myself to break them, so there are lines and orbs and cluttered maps.
Maybe I am enjoying the reminders right now of how connected we all are, and maybe the light, this clear November light is just right to show me all the webs that are always there, illuminated so clearly right now.
May our lives flow individually and together, blessed.
I wiggle one foot in my web, and yours shakes in reply.
