Listening Not: Or at least, choosing what to ignore

Irritated students wanting an unfair advantage...
The piles of unpaid bills, always reproducing themselves....
The work unfinished - at work - at home - in me....
Continuously running replays of decisions
        I could have
        I should have
        if only I would have...
Regrets that I have gone over and and over before...

I can think of people I should see, talk to
I can think of creations, imaginings, emerging I should foster...

Weeds to pull.

But right now all I choose to attend to is



There's pulsating breeze from the north shushing through the new leaves. The sky is so clean it should ring on the breeze like rubbing the rim of fine crystal.

 There's a curious cat softly wandering through my spring planting of snow peas, wishing the birds were slower, or wishing it could fly,

There is the throaty cackling of starlings, almost clucking as they gather fallen seeds

The goldfinch with swoop, swoop flight chirping as it flies as if sing were breathing
The cooing doves watch from the peaks of the roof awaiting a clearer path to the seed their gentle call sounds as if being polite will make the starling give way


And my favorite red-winged black birds with referee-whistle chirping


It is refreshing to listen to the late spring greening all around.





There are times when I must listen deeply and carefully. But I must also choose what I will be listening to. This afternoon, I'm listening to spring in my backyard.

But now I hear my wife calling... I recognize the ringtone.....