Listening

…All those years
forgetting
how easily
you can belong
to everything
simply by listening.

David Whyte
from ‘The Winter of Listening’
The House of Belonging

Poetry often springs into our minds and hearts one remembered line at a time, perhaps because sometimes one line at a time is absolutely enough – the poetry in and of both life and literature is not to be rushed.

And so it was for this grandfather today, chuckling and singing and holding on tight to our wriggling eight months old adventurer. Her blue eyes are steady and she watches intently, and oh how she listens. Oh how she listens.

Yes.

…All those years forgetting how easily you can belong to everything simply by listening.

A line at a time.