I lingered outside just now. The skies clear, the evening pure. Quiet pervaded, no trees whispering through fluttering breeze.
It happened once, it happened twice, then a dance of fireflies. Twinkling glow brought to Earth first here, then there.. everywhere. Images ne'er seen until pausing to look, gaze at the sky and find joy close by.
Standing quietly outside and noticing fireflies is much like learning to listen. I wasn't going outside to find them, the thought never occurred to me. But I was at peace enough to stand still and revel in what was revealed.
When I listen without talking, flickers of awareness light my thoughts. The message is always there if I take the time to step out of my angst, defensiveness, or 'have to know it all'-ness.
