All Ears

I'll confess something here: I've thought for some time that my role in this world might be to talk, to write, to sing, to speak. I've worked hard to develop my voice and to hone my craft and to pour out my heart in nearly every modern medium. I feel like I've had some successes, and I'm pleased to do what I do.

But expression is only half of communication, and I find myself wanting to work on the other half: listening. The leaves are rustling. The water is gurgling. The traffic is rumbling. The birds are singing. The sirens are howling. Everything that moves is making a sound. There are whispers on the wind, shouts in the alleys, horns on the parkway and roaring in the sky.

It is springtime and nature itself has become a symphony.

I'm all ears.