Listening to the Universe

January is one of the best times I know for listening to the voice of the Universe.

Stepping outside, especially after dark on a frigid, clear night alone with the moon and the stars glinting off snow, I hear the thrum of the Universe.

So much of the day is spent living from the outside in: meetings, commitments, errands--all press.

but here, alone with the bat kohl--the daughter of a voice, I find peace.


Walking in darkness, looking with longing at the warm, soft glow of light spilling out of my neighbors' homes, January reminds me of the essential, the elemental. 

I'm reminded that I'm put here to serve not save, to witness not force. I'm reminded that all that is possible is fated and that my free will is to find the still small voice, the echo of THE voice

in thunder

in the roar of the sea

in the unfolding of a rose

I live, in the heart of January, from the inside out.