Listening to the rain beating our home like a drum, soaking my garden transplants, just like I planned. That kind of listening feels good. That kind when I have good timing and Nature does Her work while I write in my notebook, listening.

Being heard isn’t as easy. Opportunities to be heard are rare, and it’s even more rare to feel heard. Why be heard? What difference does it make? Do I need to be heard? Do I want to be heard? Can’t I just listen? Does anyone need to hear me? Does anyone care to hear me? Does anyone remember what they heard me feel?

Let’s be real. Listen & Be Heard podcast coming soon…