I am in a place with more traffic noise than I am used to.
My personality doesn’t like it very much.
And I am also exploring something.
What if this is the voice of the divine too?
Can I find it as the voice of the divine?
How is it to notice it as the voice of the divine?
How is it to find it as the divine expressing, exploring, and experiencing itself as that too? As the traffic noise. The traffic. This human self responding to it.
NOTE
In exploring this, there is of course a lot more happening.
I find I can do it more easily when I am rested and have more resources available.
I notice parts of me frustrated with the noise. I see what happens when I thank these parts of me for protecting me, and relate to them as a good friend or a good parent to a child. I notice that this too is a flavor of the divine, just like the noise itself.
I notice that the noise only exists, for me, as something within my sound field, within my sensory fields. It happens within and as what I am. I cannot find it “outside”. Even any image I have of “outside” happens within my mental field.
If my human self feels tired, I am kind to my human self and put on headphones or put in earbuds and listen to some music.
And I also just allow myself to be frustrated by the noise and complain or make a joke about it.
Image: Me and Midjourney
INITIAL DRAFT
THE VOICE OF THE DIVINE
I am in a place with more traffic noise than I am used to.
My personality doesn’t like it very much.
And I am also exploring something.
What if this is the voice of the divine too?
Can I find it as the voice of the divine?
How is it to notice it as the voice of the divine?
How is it to find it as the divine expressing, exploring, and experiencing itself as that too? As the traffic noise. The traffic. This human self responding to it.