Lesson 3 Creative Souls Hear More

1. Watch the video or better, listen to it with your eyes closed. Point those Alien Ears.
2. Write down 3 to 10 sounds in your workbook (no wrong or right here) continue to write down the sounds you hear in your daily life in your workbook .
3. Extra: watch the video again and reflect on what’s happening when your eyes and ears co-operate.
4. The rest of this day: listen to every sound as if it’s the first time you hear it. Try to remain in that open state of wonder.

In lesson 3 we’re continuing Super Sensing our Superpowers. This time, use your ears. This is not about the quality of your hearing, mine is not what it once was, spend way too many hours dancing in very loud places. Can’t hear the crickets chirp anymore.

 

But this is about really taking the time to hear the ‘small seemingly unimportant sounds and noises’.

I live in a very quiet rural area. But in summer it can be very noisy due to the harvest (farmers are usually in a hurry and drive their tractors way past the speed limit). We make silly jokes about farmers ruining our silence. Because noise feels almost alien to us.

I used to live in the center of Amsterdam. If you live in a large city you are used to the roar that goes on almost 24/7. But every year on May the 4th at 8 PM, it’s completely silent in the center of Amsterdam because we commemorate those who died in the Second World War. It’s a deafening silence.

We tend to get used to sounds (or the absence of too many sounds) Get Unused. Live in wonder about what you hear. Be curious!

The Sound of Trees

I wonder about the trees.
Why do we wish to bear
Forever the noise of these
More than another noise
So close to our dwelling place?
We suffer them by the day
Till we lose all measure of pace,
And fixity in our joys,
And acquire a listening air.
They are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.
My feet tug at the floor
And my head sways to my shoulder
Sometimes when I watch trees sway,
From the window or the door.
I shall set forth for somewhere,
I shall make the reckless choice
Some day when they are in voice
And tossing so as to scare
The white clouds over them on.
I shall have less to say,
But I shall be gone.
– Robert Frost 1874–1963

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