where do our voices cross?

I notice so much noise from humans these days, so much coming through from all the feeds, folders, mailboxes, pings and dings (and I don’t even do social media). Anyone else feel completely inundated with thoughts to process and things to read? It’s hard to find a corner to sit my mind down and listen to the emerging birdsong frogsong windsong firesong. A computer is supposed to be a tool, but I have to ask myself sometimes: what does it fix, and what gets broken in the fixing?

When a species has a mode of communication all its own, what happens to the possibility of connections outside that group? Where do our voices cross? What other species has ever survived so alone?

As I try to teach my child how to produce a story he’d like to tell, we flip flop from writing (not fast enough) to typing (too unknown) to computer dictation (ridiculously inaccurate). He becomes so frustrated trying to find the most efficient way to get his story in writing that he soon gives up, and the story scatters with the out swing of the door. He’s gone out into the wind and changing sky, the palpable weight of clouds and cool air, and I let him go. Finally, when something happens magical enough to report, he returns with the most brilliant story of all, only he doesn’t have to tell it to me, I can see it in the color of his eyes, the ruddy glow of his skin, the authentic excitement. Instead of writing down a story, he’s just lived one.

Yes, there’s so much good that’s come from this technology: so many sweeping ideas, movements, even revolutions sparked from the ticking of plastic keys under blue-white light….perhaps so much that it’s impossible to see what’s being lost.

How does human supremacy keep us from hearing the stories we need to be listening to right now? As we humans emerge from a year of collective struggle and tension - what does the trickle of the stream say? Why might it be crucial to hear inside this Great Unraveling?

There are many questions here. Letting these questions hang in the equinox light seems the only possible worthy answer…letting the birdsong frogsong windsong firesong be the answer that begins a conversation with someone other than ourselves. Here on the cusp of ‘opening’, we humans need to listen to the elemental wisdom about how to open, and what to open into. I wonder what you think. I wonder who is pushing on your senses, waiting to be heard in your circle of belonging…