You're never going to see me again...

This year my only goal is to listen more deeply. So the space around me fills me up, and when I will want to write, it will pour out of me. And I don't want to only listen to the person speaking to me across the table, but simultaneously listen to the air, the chair, and the door. And go beyond the door. Take in the sound of the season, the sound of the color coming in through the windows. I'll listen to the past, future, and present. I'll listen with my whole body, not only with my ears, but with my hands, my face, and the back of my neck.