To listen to living beings that I do not understand. To feel heard by nature, I need listen. I go out, facing clear skies and the dry winds of the East. During my walk I identify things. Skylarks, cormorants, oystercatchers. Wonderful names for wonderful birds, but something is missing.
Nature does not ask of me to experience “something”. She seems impervious to what I want from her and what I learn from being in her presence. Whatever is happening in me, she reflects. A perfect mirror.
I try again. I sit down in front of my door and I listen intently. My body relaxes and my thoughts become like little worlds I inhabit. They seem unlikely. What is there to understand? Only that I have no clue how it works. I merge with those living beings that I do not understand. And I tell myself that, in secret, they fulfill all of my desires.