I listen not to the words
but to what is spoken by the heart,
to what is spoken by the soul.
I hear things
like a deep breath,
a sigh,
a quiver in the voice,
a tone of sadness,
a vibration of anxiety.
And I respond from the heart;
I respond from the soul.
I share my knowledge.
I share the sound of life:
the passion of a stream
as it skips its way to the sea,
the sounds of the sea lions
barking joyously
waiting for the morning herring hunt,
the crazy sound of the eagle
as is soars high in the heavens,
the babbles of the newborn babe
as it tries to speak to her mother.
I share my love
I share my joy of just being alive.
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Yes, that joy of being in the wild and having its creatures share themselves with you. There must have been 8 eagles as your dear wife and I hiked over the coal hills. Soaring, calling to each other, sitting in the very top of their trees, bending the weak top branch over with their weight, looking down on us as we stared up at them in awe. We heard them, too, and shared joy and stories with each other as we walked in beauty.