And so we listen...


Hello friends,

The world is often filled with noise. What helps you listen?

It took me many years to learn to listen deeply, instead of trying to anticipate. Trying to anticipate was my child-self’s way of keeping safe. Not that it always helped. Not when violent outbursts were random. But I tried anyway, baking that pattern into my body and mind.

Eventually, I realized I wasn’t giving others a chance to really express themselves. I didn’t give myself a chance to express myself on a deeper level, either.

But the world needs us to listen. We need to listen to each other. Finally figuring that out, I trained myself to not anticipate, to not fill pauses, and to still myself inside enough to listen more patiently and more clearly. This took years, but it is a practice that I value.

As a writer, it is particularly important that I listen, because otherwise my words and characters become flat. As an amateur photographer, I listen, too, and listening helps me notice the world around me more intimately and precisely.

Listening enriches life. Noticing helps ground us in place. De-centering ourselves for a moment deepens our connections.

So, when bombs drop, how do you listen?

When a child cries, how do you listen?

When music arises, how do you listen?

When whistles sound, how do you listen?

When crows call, how do you listen?

When a friend needs your presence, how do you listen?

What helps?

Best wishes — Thorn


T. Thorn Coyle

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