Communio
In a subdued community cafe a distant electronic alert repeats a two - two rhythm.
Ju knocks on her walls, then listens with a glass. We discuss listening to a place you don't go to and whether we can listen in both directions, though now as I read it back I can’t remember what we meant by that.
I’m listening outside Cafe Oto.
Rental bike beeps doppler, clicking and whirring past me within the narrow arrangement of tall buildings. High pitched hydraulic brakes, raised voices, distant phantoms and moments of conversations oscillate against urban drone and glass and brick filtered music.
I choose to be on the outside, listening in.
On my journey home from London the air pressure thump of a passing train causes my Air Pods to start hissing like a punctured tire. This has been happening regularly for a while.
Chatter and religious echo.
I’m trying to find space to make space for listening.
Tables scrape as they are folded and tidied away.
A church bell and the soft boundaries of its ring symbolise a listening attention and area. The word communion comes from the Latin Communio which refers to fellowship, sharing and mutual participation. It feels like a good name for today’s workshop.
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