The sound of a moorhen crying from the other side of the river during my run this morning was a jolt. It was the sound of an animal communicating in a language I will never understand. It was a very lonely feeling.
I also saw a giant fish leap out of the water.
Friday 28 August 2009
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It is sad to know that try as we might want to, we won't be able to listen/understand to the conversations in nature. Sometimes I just go out and try to make myself empty, so that the sounds fill me .. in hopes of being more a part of "their" world.
ReplyDeleteThat emptying thing is sound, I flirt with the idea regularly and am about to-try it in the form of structured meditation with an emphasis on clearing ourselves.
ReplyDeleteBut running again since this post and hearing the Moorhens and ducks, I find their cries friendly again and hearing it somehow integrates me into the landscape.
I hope it's more than our own mood that determines how we interact and communicate with our surroundings. I don't want our sense of being within the world to just be about our own projections.
Thanks for your comment :)