People sometimes ask me how God speaks to me. I use the word 'people' loosely, of course; I'm talking about palm trees and piles of laundry and late night raccoons that sit back on their haunches and nibble something in their nimble hands, cocking their heads and staring straight at me. And I don't really have an answer because it's changing all the time, but I do like to point out synchronicities and the fact that we need the stuck times in order to get to the breakthrough times. "Time, in general," I remind the pile of laundry, which agrees, limply. "And space," the palm tree, in a constant stretch, understands. But usually, most people don't ask me anything at all, and that's somewhat of a relief, because most of the time I'm caught up in either listening or remembering to listen.
Sarah Elovich is a writer and performer based in Oakland, CA.