On
my first Sunday morning at WCH, I got up earlier than anyone else on campus. I
knew I was the only one awake because I did my Listening exercises right away.
Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I could feel that the sun had yet to peek over
the horizon and even the birds in the trees around the house were still asleep.
Professor
Vega was the one who had encouraged me to start Listening as soon as I woke up.
Yesterday I had stayed after class to ask her how I could move forward. She was
still trying to teach most of the others just to keep their minds quiet, and I
didn’t want to slide backwards while I waited for them to catch up.
As
I made my bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower, I tried to keep my
senses open as Professor Vega instructed. I was startled to find that I could
feel September stirring in her bedroom on the floor below. What was she doing
up this early? I was up because I had
a breakfast appointment with Professor Wilde; if it hadn’t been for that, I
would’ve slept until the robins woke me with their twittering. So why was she…?
I
closed the bathroom door behind me, and turned on the hot water in the clawfoot
tub. It wasn’t until I was standing in the shower that I realized I was still
tuned in to September and trying to figure out what she was doing. She radiated
such calm that I could feel it altering the air that surrounded her. I was so
fascinated in my ability to feel her presence in detail beyond a simple life
force that I let the water run until it turned ice-cold. My reaching senses
snapped off in shock. Shivering, I turned off the water and sat down on the
edge of the tub to think.
