This morning I settle into the words of Marion Milner, author in 1934 of A Life of One’s Own.  She writes: 

I’m really only interested in finding more and more ways of saying what I feel about the extraordinariness of the world and of being alive in it.

I want that too and yet today there is a warmth in my heart, that fire between flame and embers that simply wants to be with light in the trees and awareness that oxygen was once poison and then two billion years ago, we creatures who need it came in to balance the overabundance of oxygen with our intake, utilization, and release of carbon dioxide.  How amazing is that! 

I’m also with George Eliot’s words from her amazing book Middlemarch: 

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. 

Today, even as I cultivate all sides of silence, curving all sides into a circle, then dissolving in and out, I allow my ears to reach out into the universe with intention to receive.

I erect antennae in every cell.