
Birdsong calls our hearts to chime Tinkling the kindest of sounds. Horizons of hearts united in time, Powerful and profound. ----G. Hill

I am here to listen, to nestle in the soft hollow of pine needles, to turn off the voices in my head, until I hear the shhh of the wind, the trickle of water over rocks, the clear notes from a wood thrush piercing the dawn, and something more, without language, but it does say that I am not alone.
-------Robin Kimerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

Floating in the waves of the wind, something once stilled is heard. -------G. Hill

I did not call out, but still I was heard. ----Mitch Albom

It shall come to pass that before they call, I will answer; And while they are still speaking, I will hear. ----Isaiah 65:24
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See Also: Standing Ovations and Canopy: When Words Fail and Prayer: A Space Without Words

Bird Chimes

Gorgeous Gloria- you know I love the scripture- you also have me reflecting about the wisdom of these blogs! thank you
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Your comments give me a lift. Thank you.
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