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I’ve often wondered why I hear poetry in people’s words. Recently I gave up considering why to concentrate upon the happening of listening, to consider what happens as I listen and poetry enters the listening space. My initial rumination is that when I listen to others speak I open myself to resonance of multifaceted vibration. …
If I’m lucky – and I try to be lucky – I’m in the sauna at the JCC twice a week for five delicious minutes after my mile-swim. Most times I’m alone in the sauna. One day this past week Jimmy (I learned his name later) shared the space. Have you been coming here long? …
I was alone in the sauna at the community center mid-morning several weeks ago after swimming. Then a man appearing to be in his thirties entered – Jeremy was his name, I learned later. He sat on the bench to my right in the 6 feet by 9 feet space. After a few minutes of silence …
I hadn’t realized, as a child that I listened so continuously I couldn’t sort my own voice out of the cacophony of sounds. Mr. Smith, the ninth grade music teacher at Hershey High School, knew it rather quickly, though. Children from the Hershey area rural schools, such as the one I attended in Union Deposit, transferred to Hershey …
I learned to listen as elementary student in the Union Deposit three-room schoolhouse during the 1940s. First and second grades were taught in one room, third through fifth grades in a second room, and sixth through eighth grades in a third room. Each classroom had its own teacher. I had five different teachers during eight …
