Come listen now sweet soul.
Come sit on the porch with me and close your eyes.
Come on by and let the music of nature take you out of time.
Commune with the bird song and be carried away into the sublime.
Come and listen for the messages traveling inside trees and through the breeze.
Come have a coffee or a tea…energetically...and be seized in the freedom and beauty of being in ease.
Come listen now sweet soul.
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What a blessing to sit on my porch and hear the birds sing….I’m surrounded by so many lovelies: crows, hawks, chickens, ducks, bluejays, starlings, pigeons, eagles, mourning doves, goldfinch, warblers, mocking birds…many I’m still learning their names or will never know...birds abound, flourishing in joyful sound without human intervention, just being, no need for attention, yet an invitation to stop and listen…and be soothed of sorrows…no worries of tomorrow…be still: open and bloom like a flower.
What sounds do you hear?
Thanks for porch listening with me. I took this video and audio sitting on the porch listening to the language of the birds as I do so many days.
In this world of sensory overload it’s nice to shut our eyes and mouths and just listen sometimes….what might change if we spent more time sitting on porches than inside digital fences?
I hope your day is a little more enlivened, your ears a bit perkier and your soul a bit more nourished.
Angela
(p.s. some days I’m more sarcastic, maybe a rant, the trials and tribulations of being human….and sometimes my softer side comes out and I just want to bring nature into this black screen realm in hopes it helps pull us away from it and back into the natural)
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My late mother loved to think of herself as a "porch sitter," by which she meant someone who could sit and listen to a guest's dreams and quietly support them. She was very good at it and transformed many lives in this deceptively simple way.