I bought two books, Bird Sense, What It's Like to be a Bird, by Tim Birkhead and Seeing Trees by Nancy Ross Hugo. Both books open the senses. Both are an invitation into our world, the world we love and share.
I am feeling my ears differently as I read of how birds hear. I more deeply recognize the preciousness of this gift, and wonder how we can assault our ears with noise. I want to sit and honor and thank the hair cells in my inner ear. Did you know that humans, like birds "experience predictable,regular changes in their hearing ability - or at least females do. Oestrogen is the key: when oestrogen levels are high, a man's voice sounds richer. The effect is so subtle that most women are unaware of it, but, even so, it may play a vital part in mate choice."
Beaks are sensitive.
Sit with that.
Both books marvel at what is here for us to explore.
May your senses expand as you see, hear, taste, smell, and touch. And don't forget the magnetic sense. How do you orient? Walk, feed, fly? And emotion. What do you feel? What is response? Perhaps it is appreciation and admiration for the wonder that you are, and in that feasting on yourself, the world is magnificent in entertainment. Sit under a tree and look up.
I think now of these words of George Eliot in her wonderful book Middlemarch. I don't want us to die of that roar, but I do think we could let a little more in.
"If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence."