64. Listening to the Sound

It buzzed in my heart like tinnitus in the ear. It woke me. Puzzled me. Made me pull pillows over my head. And it took years for me to name.

I don’t know why you would want to listen to the Sound of the Universe.  Originally, I didn’t have a choice.  It buzzed in my heart like tinnitus in the ear.  It woke me.  Puzzled me.  Made me pull pillows over my head.  And it took years for me to name.

Maybe you would listen for meditation. Maybe because it is different on different days.  Maybe you would hear it because you sat without thought, and it was just there.  

I was listening to the Universe.  It was warm and deep and lightly pulsating, consistent.

And then I heard my body.  My intestines.  My abdomen. They were synching up to the sound.  It was like having millions of ants in a cocreative hill, never a step out of place, all faithfully doing their individual part.  A buzz of determination, a thrum of reparation.

It was never so obvious that I am One.

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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