2025-08-07 I Inquiry I Is Truth brutal? I Trudy Johnston
Could It Happen Anywhere? Listen to the rhythm of things that never die. —Mark Nepo, “For a Long Time” Worried about what was to come, I went to the river and listened to the constant song as water met stone, met log, met wall. The endless white hush of it. Song of building up banks. Song of tearing them down. Song of surrender to invisible force. Song of change that is ever the same and not the same. And in the listening, I found refuge—not in the longing to hide, not in the sound— I found refuge in the listening. Refuge in the opening of the senses. In attuning to what is here. Wave and…
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