Between Planes

Response to Prompt #65: Random Page

I’ve been dragging my feet on starting The Listening Path. Though it arrived weeks ago, I’ve been involved in some other creative endeavors, and I haven’t felt ready to dig in. I think Ms. Cameron would approve, as I have been creative! Reading poetry, writing, junk journaling (which is my latest creative outlet- and boy is it fun!). To get myself going, I thought I would use the book for this prompt. Open it up, grab an inspiring line, and create the temptation to get started. I think it worked. Here is the line I randomly turned to:

There’s a difference between listening and hearing. Sometimes you have to tune out what’s all around you. You have to zero in to really listen. (I forgot to mark the page.)

I decided to focus on the first sentence in this couplet. I used each word in the sentence as the start to a sort of poetic verse. 

Between Planes

by ljkemp

There’s the rushing of cars, a lawnmower and a weed eater. A squawking bird, the air conditioner and the dribble of water through the fridge into the ice maker. I can hear those sounds, but the 

Difference is when you really listen. You can hear the chaos of people commuting, a constant rush from one place to another, the heartbeats of men and women, sweating, grunting, working to feed their families- the woman inside, working from home isolated from a world plagued with viral toxicity.

Between these two planes is where we write. First in descriptive observation of what we see, what we hear, then what we feel and what we truly hear and see beneath the surface beyond the obvious. We create a perceived reality

Listening to our subjects. They are trying to tell us about themselves, each other, the world... ourselves.

Hearing the concrete stimuli- voices, machines, animal sounds, the wind passing over the edges of our ears through the Eustachian highway for interpretation in the cognitive control center. What is the universe trying to say today?