I am often in the company of people who talk more than they listen. I am a great listener and a receptive audience. I don't interrupt. I laugh easily and sincerely, and ask questions I genuinely care hearing answers to. Sometimes I revel in my role as listener, and sometimes it causes resentments to fester, because sometimes I need to be listened to, too.
This past week I did not have enough open time and empty spaces in which to listen to myself. It was a fun, full, active week of work and socializing and I am spent. Creatively, physically, emotionally spent.
Too tired to think about taking my own photos today, so I'll share one of my Flickr faves. I soooooo need to be like this girl! Quiet. Still. Contemplative. Undisturbed.
I know a whale that will come to the boat whenever
she can, and nudge it gently along the bow
with her long flipper.
I know several lives worth living.
Listen, whatever it is you try
to do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you
like the dreams of your body,
longing to fly while the dead-weight bones
toss their dark mane and hurry
back into the fields of glittering fire
even the great whale,
throbs with song.