The Voice in the Here.
Right now… in this here and now…
I am very aware of the voices….
some singing quietly to themselves as they go about their chores
some busying themselves with learning…”slugs have 4 noses?”
some wondering where Dad will be going today… you can imagine who that is.
a chirpy happy little three year old, “Momma it’s rainin rainin rainin”
and right beyond my studio window, right beyond the drip~drip~drop~little~April~showers is a chorus of mourning doves cooing to each other from the cyprus branches.
Everyone knows their morning rhythm… no direction needed from me…my voice rests quietly.
I can feel that *ping* the one I wait for… a Voice which changes me… molds me.
With paper and pencil He reminds me of dozens of “voice” references I have been given recently…
It’s funny when I began asking for a “new voice” (maybe 2years ago) I just wanted to sing better…like I once did, but new.
He had bigger plans… I see now this “new voice” will be much greater and more expansive than I ever thought.
All of this…just now… and just here.
~Take five minutes… maybe just 5 seconds…stop and listen. Is there a theme? What are you hearing from something greater than your own understanding?~