On, In, and Around Mondays: Listen to the Whisper
She rounds the turn, cantering, and it is like watching her fly.
My girl asked for this. Two years ago, as we drove by the stables, she wanted to know what went on there.
"Horseback riding," I said.
"Can you call on Monday?" she said.
I did. Because, you know, this girl doesn't ask for much. So when she ventures a request, I know it means something. I don't even need to know what it means. I honor it.
Watching her take those turns, flying free on a powerful creature, I ask myself this...
Do you honor your own requests? And how do you know when you are making them?
It seems more complicated for me. I have to know how to listen to myself, and it may not come as clear as Can you call on Monday. Sometimes a request is nothing more than a complaint that keeps resurfacing. Sometimes it is a sadness. It can even be something that looks like rebellion.
I want to learn to listen harder. For whatever it is I hear. The whisper, the laugh, the slight shift of cloth. Yes, I might want to fly.
On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place. Would you like to try? Write something 'in place' and add your link below.
If you could kindly link back here when you post, it will create a central meeting place. :)
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