Is it possible that I had to lose my hearing to learn how to hear? Perhaps my hearing was always so compromised that I never learned what it was to let my ears do their thing.
Now that I have hearing aids (and can hear virtually nothing but my dog’s loud barking without them) I marvel at the miracle of sound. They call it “sound therapy”. Something about creating new neural connections between the brain and sound. I can sense something different going on. It has to do with awareness. My ears are a way of awareness. Sound is a way of awareness. If I can let go of my constant commentary on what I am hearing and just hear what is there, there comes a new way of being here. An aliveness. A turning on. Hearing how things sound, apart from any meaning they might have. Just the resonance of air through wind pipes, or the vibrating of a string. The way that one sound follows another, following that.
How vital this is in connecting me to others and the world around all of us. It is a shared experience. There is a rhythm to it that I now can feel in my own heartbeat. The birds are tuned into it, and when I listen to the birds’ songs, I get tuned in as well. A common awareness.
waking up (if I might dare to suggest such a thing).