Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the Source is whispering to you, just to you and for you, without any need for my words or anyone else’s.” Rumi

Hard to believe Rumi lived 800 years ago. And in a foreign country! Oh, I’m sorry, was there no United States of America back then? And the Middle East taboot!

Being all ears. I love that instruction – to make every bit of my being an ear. The world arrives differently to me when I do that. I tend not to think I know so much.

I find that awareness hard to maintain; difficult to sustain.

Shortly after reading Rumi’s quote our teenage son ambled by. I intensely devoted myself to the mission. I substituted a big ear every time my big mouth wanted to weigh in.

I listened.

I heard his soul speak. I heard his person with his wonderings, his concerns, his interests, his feelings free from my compulsory habit of answering, tinkering, delving, judging, noodling back with mine.

With all those ears working at once I was struck silent.

And it was good.

May I be ‘all ears’ more times than naught.