I’ve been learning how to listen. To listen with my ears, my skin, my blood and my breath. Lately, when I wake up in the morning, instead of filling my head with all the demands for the day, I’ve taken a moment to just listen. There’s the traffic out in the street, the neighbours getting ready for work; sometimes there’s a bus or a garbage truck, and there’s the birds. I hadn’t really taken much notice of the birds before,