In every moment is a Whisper. Welcome to one man’s quest to listen

Recognising the threads in my life comes with a sense of reflection and renewed awareness.  Candidly, I did not expect to see this in the physical threads of what I was wearing. In the afternoon's fading sunlight, the shadows and insights were in front of me, and Life was talking.  I caught myself smiling as the reflective conversation unfolded.  It shapes the day that...

I sat, waiting for my procedure.  It felt like I was in an exam room, waiting to be tested.  I had received my instructions.  I had my opportunity to ask questions.  There had been plenty of time to prepare.  I did not know what to expect.  My faith that this was the best action remained unchanged.  At the same time, I did not know what would follow.  I heard...

The supermarket was advertising fresh orange juice. Everything was on display, the ingredients were available for inspection, and the machine appeared clean and sanitised. The price, ~$3.50 per litre (overflowing quart), was likely cheaper than I could make juice at home.   I considered the option as Life’s whispers took the scene to places I had not considered. Life offers opportunities beyond my...

The sign in a familiar area caught my attention.  The sign spoke to priority and privilege.  I could feel the exclusivity even as we approached.  It felt like the spaces were larger and easy to access.  I knew there was a valet service for the mall.  The stage was set, except I knew better.  The spaces on this side of the garage are the same size as...

I was walking at speed.  As I passed, the candles and flower arrangement on the table caught my eye.  I could hear a clear call to stop, to take notice and remember.  As a new day dawns, I hear the scene sharing a message with me: “Whatever was, is. Whatever will be, is. That's how it always is with God.” (Ecclesiastes 3.15) Awareness comes with an...

The supermarket had tables of fresh fruits and vegetables. Looking at them, I imagined all the ways I could use them. In contrast to my usual, how do I improve on the starting point? I flipped through the pages in my mind to see how I could use each as part of a potential recipe.  There were more options than I thought...

I struggled to focus as I looked across the endless wall. The stone went on and on.  I knew there were doorways.  From my view, they were hiding somewhere in the wall ahead of me.  As Life’s whispers reminded me, the wall illustrated my repeating challenge.  Where do I focus my attention? I hear a calling to be in the present.  Life reminds me to learn...

I ordered the soup for two reasons.  On a hot day, a cold and cooling dish was appealing.  Additionally, based on the oh-so-brief description of the ingredients, I wanted to experience something I could not imagine.  Gazpacho is traditionally cold, crisp, and savoury.  With quail eggs, blackberries, and paper-thin crisp and marinated apples, I was going in blind.  I had no idea of what would come.  I...