It’s not easy for most of us, not in the US, not unless we tune our ears to it. If we’re unaware of its existence, it’s darned near impossible, what with the noise humanity is so wont to make full time. Even here, early morning in the Green Mountains of Vermont, I can hear traffic in the background, a low hum, just as clearly as the birdsong nearby.
Gaia isn’t speaking clearly to me right now.
Thing is, Gaia has spoken to me clearly a time or two. It’s not been frequent, even when off in the woods, alone, which I have been quite often of late, the voice is not directed, nor coherent, more like a song composed by wind and leaves, birds and squirrels, the flow of water, the murmur of a particular spot, the song that it sings at a given time of day, and year.
But a time or two, communication has been direct, and big, and responsive to a plea, or perhaps just responsive to surrender, those cracks that let the light in, and even if nearly impossible to articulate coherently, I could try, but it doesn’t feel right. I can only hold the hypothesis right now that the communication was from none other than the place itself, as I was pretty clearly communicating with it directly, just before it responded to me.
Or maybe I just imagined it.
What’s funny though, is that that particular spot was not all that quiet, even though many of the folks who attended the gig I was at have commented about the “noise” of the world back in real life. And the noise there was not a gentle noise, it was that of trains running by, like, all day, passenger trains on our side of the Hudson, freight trains on the other, echoing in the valley.
Still, Gaia’s voice was powerful there. Perhaps its because there were lots of folks present who’d heard it before, folks who knew how to listen, folks receptive to it. Perhaps that’s the ticket for humanity; not to gather and attempt to transmit, but rather to gather and receive.
Perhaps how to listen to the voice of Gaia is the most powerful thing we can learn, as a species, the next step in our evolution. Or maybe I just imagined it.