In responding to a friend, I receive receiving as my mantra.
Just receiving – allowing the sensations of response to roll through me and flow.
No need to respond other than to receive the gift of another’s experience, articulation perhaps, or maybe just vibration all through me.
I’ve been noticing what the calls of the birds do to me, within me. I’m nourished and just now a soft, gentle tweet comes. The cacophony of the morning is at rest as light fills the day.
I give thanks for reception and exchange, the exchange that occurs when I pause and receive.