PART 42
"Mommy is a point where she does not speak English, and her
voice is barely audible. It is small and the sounds are garbled. She communicates.
In her silences she communicates, but you cannot understand her meanings.
Sometimes the meanings are pressing against an unseen bulge of air we cannot
feel, or see. The words, and the need and the intensity are pushing against any
of us straining to hear her words.
Yesterday, I listened and then stopped listening until
I heard, or saw what she was saying. It was so brief and clear, but because the
art of stillness, for me, and the art of merging into Mommy’s awareness, and
the ability to be present suspended my logic I could not retain the sentence long
enough to write it down. I could have broke away from the moment, but it was
primary to be in tune with Mommy, and not unwrap my arms from around her. I had
to return to the present moment, and be with her silent, and listening to the
winds of her Being playing the chimes hanging their in the thresholds of the
worlds she is navigating, visiting and peering into..." - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
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