Tag Archives: listening
Dawn. The sea breeze, salt-fringed, rolls in through the opened glass doors, its damp fingers sifting and touching upon the cravings, rent and folds of our shared bare skin, It’s like home, you say, and this makes me dig my … Continue reading
Please note– The voices inside your head may not be your own. Begged, borrowed, stolen, implanted from a toxic source, or origins unknown, a mechanical reaping of lyrics speciously sown, there is a lot to consider when brokering intimacy with … Continue reading
Slow burn of words on a page, how to listen raptly between intervals of felt silence and tapped nerves.
“The goal of practice is always to keep our beginner’s mind.” — Shunryu Suzuki Lying on the mat, picking up with fresh ears a preschool earplay symphony– caw, bark, vroom, ding-ding.
Listening to the dark for years on end, the slow and vested maturation of a writer’s craft and homecoming.