"A certain slant of light"

“There’s a certain slant of light —“
.
The illumination of these trees today planted the earworm of Emily Dickinson’s poem in my head. While the poem speaks to hurt and pain and despair, to me, it also holds the sweet nectar of what it means to listen.
.
I listened today. I listened to the sound of the surf drumming against itself. I listened to the sound of seagulls squawking in the wind. I listened to the sound of rain whispering through evergreen needles.
.
I listened to my soul when it nudged me to speak about a childhood trauma that occurred on a beach similar to the one we stood upon.
.
I listened to myself speak of the trauma as I watched myself trust in my partner to handle the words.
.
When we listen, we allow ourselves to become one with the space around us. And, perhaps, we allow ourselves to become whole, even if only for a moment.

2018-12-27 12.38.23-2.jpg