Don’t you just love listening to things around you?
I do. Our life has slowed way down in recent months, and I’ve really found myself embracing what I hear.
Do you ever do that? Just notice? Just listen? Just be aware?
I have been doing that a lot. It’s kind of funny how the act of simply listening can fill the gratefulness pails to the brim.
Lately, I’ve noticed how much I love the sounds of our daily life:
- the hum of the dryer
- Little Bit’s potato chip bag rustling in the other room
- the cats meows
- water running in the sink
- little feet tearing down the hallway
- the opening of the garage door when my husband gets home from work
- music on the iPad
- the dog snoring
- Little Bit’s singing while he plays
- the thunder of last night’s storm
- a car driving down the gravel road
- bull frogs putting on a rock concert in the pond
- spring peepers belting out a melody
- when helicopters appear and we race out to see them
- chit chat of the mourning doves
- hoots of the owls
- the pair of geese that flew over our heads at sunset last night
- conversations of coyotes late on any given night
Ordinary? Maybe. Extraordinary? Definitely.
Every single day, moments tick by. The second hand on the clock never seems to stop. What I love the most about listening is, that even though it doesn’t actually stop time, it puts us in the moment. This moment.
Yesterday, listening graced me with multiple gifts:
- In the afternoon, Little Bit burst into the room and announced that he was delighted that I am his best friend!
- I got to hear the sloshes of little feet stomping wildly in puddles!
- Spring’s serenade filled the house as we opened the windows to let in the warm March breeze.
Right now I can hear Little Bit’s breath as he sleeps, the cat pawing at the bedroom door, and a crow cawing outside the window. I don’t care so much for crows, but man, I sure do love the sounds of home.