ears

Ears are mystical and magical and funny things. From the top skipping all the way down the sides – the hairs on my ears look like rows of hay flattened by the breeze. Very wispy and fresh.

Whereas in the middle of my ears lie blooms of foresty hair. They curl upwards and envelop the air in a warm hug. Alive and moving, my ear looks like a delicate mushroom that’s been unearthed. It’s covered in dirt and needs a good clean before eating. Little pixies dance on the surface and desperately cling onto their father; they do not wish for their home to be taken away.

It's funny – ears. How they grow until we one have permanent, fixed set of ears. Irreplaceable. We must develop a hugely intimate relationship with our ears for that reason. Like little guardians, perhaps they protect us throughout life. They make us alert to fire and hazards. They ignite us during love. They provide soft cushions when we sleep.

It's funny – reflecting on ears. We never bookmark some time to reflect on our ears; there is no ear awareness day. We simply take our pair and move on.

It’s about time we changed that.