I like shoveling snow when no one else is stirring, except the snow plow coming up the highway.
Everything is muffled, except the scrapping of the shovel against asphalt, worked out in a rhythm that mirrors the movement of arms, feet, lungs.
I am hoping not to fuel up the snow blower this year, but to work my way through the snow with a shovel. Slowly. Sensibly.
I usually have three focus words for each year. This year I am choosing an activity for my focus. I am listening. My sister asked me “for what?” She needs to ask that later.
To what? Collected words.
Here, every Monday, I am posting a quotation from my collection. I will be listening to those words. The words will be accompanied by one of my art pieces or a sketch, a response to the words.
Come listen with me. Tell me what you hear.
2 thoughts on “2014, A Year of Listening”
So glad to see you back! I have missed you. I have some words to share with you and I am also hoping to listen with you through the year. Looking forward to seeing you soon. Joan
I will repeat my question to you often. I can’t wait to learn what comes to your listening self.