After a day collecting stories,
my ears and my heart are open.
A woman at the fair gave me a pair of merino socks.
“This is hard work you’re doing,” she said. “Listening. Staying present. Looking at the hard things for what they are.” We exchanged a hug.
She wouldn’t accept payment. Tonight my toes are warm.
I spoke with a bookbinder’s mother about the importance of interconnectivity with the earth — of being outside, taking the scales off our eyes.
“Spirituality is best when it’s grounded down here,” she said, “not up there.”
We are all connected.
Listening is an act of love.