Walked by the river last night. Couldn't tolerate the i-Pod for some reason. The only music I wanted surrounded me: A jet rolling barrels through the sky. A dog-tag tambourine keeping time with tiny steps. Birds singing green into the grass.
My little doggie and I watched water hurl itself over metal culverts, driving toward the sea. I became a rock in the river, my day the water streaming past. No power to stop it. No need to try. Only here. Only now.
I need to unplug more often. Listen to the river's song. And my own.
8 comments:
I'm with you on this one. I sometimes think that the reason modern people don't hear God quite as readily as the ancients is that we just have too much sensory input drowning out God's voice.
Birds singing green into the grass....I really like that image.
BTW: I'm exceedingly happy that you treated yourself to a recreational walk. How very unlike you.
I love this beautiful post. Thank you for immediately transporting me.
Dog tag tambourine.
Beautiful imagery.
good reminder, thanks for taking me along.
Beautiful post. So in the moment. If we could carry that kind of presence in all the other moments, that would surely be the trick.
Most especially do you need to listen to your own beautiful song. Its melody is truth and light and soaring love.
It's lovely isn't it.
Love the dog tambourine.
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