Thursday, March 27, 2008


Finally tonight I heard them -- the tree frogs. An essential embodied sound. Don't you know we have them. Sounds as much a part of us as heartbeat and pulse. There are others, but tree frog croon is deep. Like the hymns we sang every morning at school. Or muffled voices rising from the kitchen. The wind through the crack in a pane. When I hear the peepers it's time to smell mud, to dig, to quit your tent. 

What are your embodied sounds?

1 comment:

Christine said...

Beautiful response to the turning seasons. Took a walk at Pound Ridge on Sunday and saw the skunk cabbage, heard the peepers...took a picture of the skunk cabbage, too!