Hello gentle-people,
I am thankful for the engagement with the newsletter from two weeks ago. It was a growing edge for me, writing something more extensive than I usually do for this platform and putting it behind a paywall. I may do it more often, as I find inspiration.
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I have been listening to my Spotify-wrapped playlist all week, recalling all this year has been. Music has always helped me make sense of the present, honor the past, and dream of the future. Each year, the experience of having this app sum up my listening habits and report them to me has been fun.
This week, I also caught a glimpse of some future-oriented elements of my job, which set my imagination going in serious and silly ways. This involved seeing the inside of a company that is always innovating and changing how we experience our daily lives.1
So as it goes, I had all these things in my mind as I took a walk to get some ice cream, and this poem was born.
hear the room
A quick Google search told me
The ice cream store would be open
At 3pm on the first day of December
I stood up with certainty and walked on over
To find it closed
And my legs still taking steps forward
Til my certainty and I stood in
The window of a typewriter shop
My nose met the smell of ink
As I opened the door
And I was surrounded by
Keys that used to sing
Suddenly it made sense to
Take out my AirPods and
Hear the room
In the same week the future
And the past both played
Their favorite songs for me
Spotify could not have wrapped this
Landing Tracks
What would it sound like for you to “hear the room?” To walk into a space you’ve never been to before, and let the sounds and smells overwhelm you? What songs does that room “sing?”
Explore the idea of expectations versus reality in the poem, like the closed ice cream store. How can moments of disappointment or surprise contribute to helping you listen differently?
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My goodness I love this poem, and the concept (hearing the room) so very much! I'm going to carry this into today's spaces. Thank you. "Spotify could not have wrapped this."