Tough ears

Sometimes you have to say something.
It is cathartic, it is a way also to connect within.
If there is no listener, existence will be enough.
Moments are coming when the temple needs a sweep. When a dry field needs water.
In some extreme weather situations, farmers prepare the fields anyway, they need to, as an invitation and prayer and as a participation. It happens because it is difficult to read the weather, or because you are indeed only a young farmer in a new environment and you still need to learn how to decode your ecology.

There are moments when it is time to let go, but something still holds on. It varies from individual to individual, one cannot tell, but there are stubborn caracters, for whom life suggestions are hard to hear.

As a person one can act in each of the above roles.
The key is to have enough self knowledge to know in time which is your role. It may pass long time before the correct response can take place, and nobody wants to waste his/ her time working arid soil.

I'm not a farmer, I've planted trees though, and designed gardens, but I know the soul landscape, and there is not much difference.

Some souls are not capable to hear, some are, some will, some may never.
I've been the speaker and the listener, the stubborn and the sharp, now I have space to share, now something changed, and instead of sitting silent, I sit and write.

To the nothingness that now receives without response I send with these words also love.

First

There are always questions, first steps and glimpses.
And it is all a matter of growth.
Recognizing the growth and its essence is a matter of intelligence.
This process is natural.
This is the process of life.
There is nothing new here, it is just another voice in this ocean of human souls.
Another center, another magnet, cocreating with its fellows platforms and steps.
The signal is out.
Welcome to the unfolding mistery from now on.