LISTENING TO THE NIGHT by Tracie Nichols

My relationship with the throbbing pulse that is LIFE...

- with the sentience of her - is so often deeper and clearer in the pre-dawn pause each day seems to take. In those minutes she whispers to my parched heart, watering me with her presence until I’m brimming with juicy life. What makes this work is attention. My attention meeting hers, forging a fragile bridge between here and now and everywhere and every when.

Listening to the Night

by Tracie Nichols

We meet. We touch. We trust. We expand into each other and into deeper versions of ourselves.

“listening to the night…”

she keeps whispering to me

(she being Gaia, LIFE midwife)

“listening to the night…”

as if there’s more to the sentence

more instruction to come.

but no.

just, “listening to the night…”

is she listening?

am I?

somebeing else?

….and, so, I listen…..

…(rain)

….(my breath)

……(stonesong from her bones)

and then…

“linger with me…”

linger implies

pausing

savoring

being on geologic time

thinking tectonic

and

do.. .. .. . .

Tracie Nichols has written poetry since she was 11 years old. While most of her early works are gone (this is probably a good thing) she continues to scribble poems at odd hours about everything from the state of her soul to the sounds of her kitchen. In truth, though, her poetic heart belongs to the deep green places of our wildly, fiercely, sacred, earth. When she isn’t making poetry with words she’s listening to the whispers of the green world, making alchemy with plants and stones and moonlight wildness. Tracie blogs, shares resources and generally nurtures at her website here. Connect with her also on Twitter or Facebook.

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