The universe is high pitched today. I remember when I first heard its sounds. It woke me in the night. I thought there was something wrong with the wires in the walls. I pulled my pillow over my head. I wanted to scream. I woke over and over, night after night. No one told me that the universe has a sound. I did not know.
I usually ignore the thrum, or the squeal, or the om of it. But I’m comforted to check in, to know it is still there, to be supported by the current of the Divine.