Self Talk 101.001 =)

I wonder what the winds might have been telling me all along-- that I seem to not have been able to hear. Or perhaps I chose not to hear. Deafness is a gift, I suppose. That which enables you to choose what to receive and understand, or that which enables you to be strong and unfettered because you didn't know.

This is my moment of suspension. I guess I have to take time and listen - - -to what life might want me to hear. Not the rustles of leaves by the window, nor the crackles from the brush. Not even the pitter-pattering rain on the roof. I need to listen to my own sound. My  own music. My own message from the voice mailbox called the universe.

That while the pages ramble about things happening for a reason, do I have to qualify whether these things are self-imposed? or via third-party feeder? or by mere coincidence? Would it especially occur to me that I have to understand and seek the reason behind all these that I am into? 

Is my mind THAT noisy enough that I am deafened by it? Good Lord, I need a mind boot. =)