Welcome back to When Words Meet Water.
Today we're going to do a little meditation on the word whisper.
First,
Let me show you the image from your book.
This is what happens when I spoke words.
To water,
This is the word whisper,
Spoken to water and frozen.
Whisper.
Your heart whispers in a language older than words.
The first language,
The one beneath all others.
As the universe whispers its wisdom.
You remember that you have always known.
This language.
Whisper.
So take a moment again to look at this image.
This is the word whisper spoken to water and then frozen into form.
Settle wherever you are.
Let the body find its natural weight.
And let your breath find its own rhythm.
Nothing to do.
Nothing to fix or figure out.
Let's together take one breath in and out.
And one breath out.
One breath in.
And one breath out.
And one more time,
One breath in.
And one breath out.
What I wrote about Whisper was that there's a language that does not use words.
It moves beneath thought,
Beneath the mind's constant commentary,
Beneath the lists,
The plans,
And the worrying.
It's always been there.
Long before you learn to speak.
Long before language gave you names for things,
There was this.
A quiet knowing.
A hum below the hum.
And water knows this language.
Think of a lake still at dawn,
The surface barely moving.
The whole world is present in it,
The sky above,
The trees at the edge.
The depth below that you cannot see but you can sense.
That is the whisper.
That is the frequency beneath the frequency.
And your heart speaks this way.
In the feeling that rises before the thought arrives to explain it.
In the pull towards something without knowing why.
In the sudden ease of a yes or the quiet resistance of a no.
That the mind has not caught up to yet.
How often do we rush past those whispers?
How often does the noise of the day,
The urgency,
The brightness,
The constant input drowned out what is trying to reach us.
So this is an invitation to slow down long enough to listen.
Not to demand the whisper.
Just be quiet enough.
To hear what it's saying.
So let's start by bringing our awareness to our chest.
To the heart space.
The place in all of us that loves.
The place that knows things the mind cannot explain.
Rest your attention there.
As you breathe in,
Imagine that you are creating space.
As you breathe out,
Imagine any noise or busyness softening.
Settling like sediment in water,
Finally finding the bottom.
Breathe again in.
And out.
I am.
And out.
What is the quietest thing in you right now?
Not the loudest thought,
Nor the most urgent feeling.
The quietest,
The one that's waiting patiently for you to show up.
You have always known this language.
That's the extraordinary truth of it.
This is not something you need to learn or earn.
This first language,
The one beneath all others,
It's already yours.
It was yours before you knew your name.
And the universe has been whispering to you your entire life.
Through beauty that stops you,
Through loss that breaks you open.
Through coincidences that feel more than a coincidence.
Through the pull of water,
Of the sky,
Or of wind through leaves.
Through a moment,
A word or an image.
Or a piece of music that finds the exact right place inside of you.
These are whispers.
And you,
Water made creature that you are,
You receive them,
You always have.
So today,
Just for this moment,
Let yourself be still enough to hear.
You don't need to do anything with what comes.
You don't need to understand it.
Just listen and receive.
The heart whispers in a language older than words.
And somewhere beneath everything,
Beneath the noise and the speed and the doing,
You are already listening.
You have always been listening.
Take one more full breath in.
Let it go.
Whisper.
Carry the whisper with you.
Thanks for joining me today.
See you again tomorrow.
