Monthly Archives: September 2015

I can only tell you what I hear

There we were once again. Entangled in the never-ending conversation (lucky me!) about what to do in life. How to be. That everlasting question of what our role is in the Universe.

Sometimes I wonder whether we would get tired of asking these questions and start being – or perhaps the asking is part of the being, part of the becoming. Anyway, back to the storyline.

“You are a consultant. You provide counsel,” you commented.

“Yeah, well, in what, though?” I responded, with that all-too-familiar fleeting doubt for self. A lightning response from the head.

“In a lot of things. In anything,” you said, lightly and confidently. There was some truth in what you said. You made sense. As always. You made sense to me.

I let your response seep below the superficial intricate labyrinth of thoughts. I could feel an interior change of gear. A more genuine response surfaced.

“I can only tell you what I hear,” I heard myself saying, with intent.

That response stays with me even until today. Continue reading

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Conversing the tree

P1030345I looked towards your direction, partly out of instinct, partly – truth be told – out of boredom. I had nothing else to do; and was a bit tired of conversing with myself.

So there you were. This tall, handsome tree tens of meters before me. My eyes would not move. It was as if you were looking back at me. Our gaze met. The connection was established.

“Yes?” I said, puzzled. “Yes?” you responded, with warmth in your tone. Continue reading