SoundS

The sound of a walk is deafening. Stride after stride not only can the sound of footsteps on the ground be heard .... crackling leaves..... breaking twigs.... slippery mud but also those of the heart whispering as it moves in harmony with each new step and the mind talking as it follows the path. Even the eyes, I think, are communicating their pleasure and degree of satisfaction. The body seems to listen during all this chatter and simply resigns itself to hearing..... to moving along - sometimes slow while other times faster.

I laugh sometimes when my eyes say " Tamara, do not go there"... yet I do! The heart perks up at other times and says "Tamara, are you sure about this" ? .... often I am not. Then there are those times the footsteps call out in silence "look, you're gonna get stuck"..... for which I usually find out only too late. *grin* The hardest times are those when the soul speaks ...... but all too often not loud enough. Those are the times when I should stop and wait until it speaks louder so I can hear it..... even then.... am I prepared to listen....

There are moments though when sounds abound in the air, speak their delicate voices, radiating with smoothness - like the rythmic currents of nearby flowing water.... or with jagged screeches like those of birds annoyed with my presence. I used to think that a walk was a quiet and tranquil thing but now I am not so sure. Even in the middle of nowhere there are so many sounds..... so many things to listen to. But it scares me now to walk if I do not hear..... it is a message that I am not alive.... not present.... not in touch. Maybe.... maybe by listening a little closer there is something more to learn. I'll have to think about this some more after I get my boot out of the mud again. *shrug*