“When many voices are speaking at once, listen to the one most quiet and gentle. That’s the one worth listening to.” ~ Miranda Linda Weisz
In a crowded room I sit, urging my ears not to take the negative conversation between a couple and try to skip the gossip of a group of female wannabe divas, focusing hard to listen to the soft background music of saxophone playing.
A melody brings back a scene from my childhood, the tune mimicking my feet travelling up and down to remember the feeling of soil and air, while my 5-year-old heart is determined to beat the butterflies in reaching for the skies.
Such mark brings my heart alive, years later, to move to the same tune. It beats as if working to be young again, free and adventurous.
Weeks ago and unaware of my intention to seek an adventure, I decided to climb a mountain in Austria. Nothing fancy, just me and my feet seeking to challenge earth’s soil. As I listened to my brain for instructions, I realised I was taking this too seriously and not really feeling the flicker inside, the welcoming of something new.
I urged my heart to speak to me again, trying to close my eyes to bring the light of the sun inside and the breeze to move me. A tiny cottage welcomed my arrival half way through the climb, and when I peaked, a sign was there for me – loud and clear.
My heart listened and beat, urging me to listen too.
I hear you, my heart!
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~ Rumi