189 Night rain falls on a drystone wall (quiet and sleep safe)

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There, thought the old drystone wall. I knew it. A tawny owl. Flying silent, up top the field. It’ll only be a shadow, if ever you do get to see. 

Better get to where you’re going my feathery friend. The rain’s coming. Not long, I’d give it, what, five minutes before the first shower.  A flurry. That’s all. At least to start with. Night minutes mind. 

No! Night minutes aren’t slower if that’s what you’re thinking. Nothing like that. No they’re just, different. They don’t run in a day-straight line. Night minutes spiral. Like the way currents on a slack stretch of river move. You know, in slow drifting circles. Sends your mind round in circles too if you let them.

They pass alright despite them going round in circles. Not sure how that works, it just does. All you have to do, to go along with them, is concentrate. Not concentrate on counting them. You do it by listening. All around wide about listening. Listening, without expecting or waiting for anything particular to happen. Do it by keeping your mind free of expectations and instead let whatever the world has for you, come to you, just when it does. 

Now call me an old drystone wall, which is what I am, but even I know half the problem these days is setting your mind on some thing you want to happen, that’ll obviously not be happening straight away, means you miss the simple pleasures the world has for you while you’re waiting. No, it’s not patience I’m meaning here. Why be patient. I’m not and I’ve stood sturdy here for centuries. It’s diligence. An active process, of careful, and persistent listening to what is there. In the place you want to be.

* This sound view was recorded from the top of a drystone wall overlooking fields of nocturnal sheep, in the North Yorkshire market town of Settle last August. Rain comes and goes, as do the rain showers. It’s a very ordinary field in many ways, and not far from a very ordinary sounding B road with some occasional night traffic on it. Combined with the odd soft arching plane, the sound view exudes a pleasantly harmonius aural fabric that is soporific and sleep safe.