31st January Listening to life (R3)

So with an afternoon free, in a retreat already too full of free time, I went for a little 5 mile jolly over the mud filled fields and around Butterley reservoir. And as I ran, keeping in tune with the theme of the retreat,  I listened.

Listened to the clunk of my electronic door key shutting...the sound of my Garmin watch setting itself ...the rapid increase and then settling down of my breathing...the padum, padum of my heartheart...the crunch of the gravel path beneath my feet.

Listened to the woosh of wind in the trees...the squelch of mud...the splash of puddles...the clank of iron gates...the huff and puff of negotiating styles...the swoosh of faraway cars...the muffled sound of a plane overhead...the sudden scurry of who knows whay in hedges...the bark of a dog...the sudden roar of lorries.

Listened to the silence of fisherman...the rustle of reeds...the flapping of birds taking to flight from bushes, trees and water...the stillness of a deserted railway station...the whir of bicycles wheels...the hum of the suburbs...the beep of my watch to signify it was all over...the gush of scalding hot shower.

And listened to  the ouch of my sacro iliac joint as I got dressed !!!!

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