I wonder what’s on your mind and heart, what anxieties and fear and questions are swirling around you, maybe you are giving them time, maybe not.

What am I afraid of in this moment? Not a major fear, not a phobia — let me look for something quieter, dearer, a little fear that has crept into my heart with barely a sound.

Ah, yes, there it is. In this moment I am afraid that I don’t know how to listen to anyone but myself. I try, I look, I am forever meeting people, I strain to listen, yet when they speak all I hear is my own story reflected back to me. I followed a man to Canada to learn to listen, but what if I failed? What if I will always fail?