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Turning to the ground, listening to the soul's loam. 

Hark! from the tomb a doleful sound,
Mine ears, attend the cry,
Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.

“Princes, this clay must be your bed,
In spite of all your tow’rs;
The tall, the wise, the rev’rend head,
Must lie as low as ours.”

Great God! Is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb,
And yet prepared no more!"

Long Pause" is an invitation to slow down into interstitial realms through sound. With a different theme each month, the hour gives itself to sounds that blur dualities of ordinary/sacred, particular/universal, human/nonhuman, immanence/transcendence.

Annie Reynolds lives in Brooklyn, NY and studies theology at Union Theological Seminary. Her loves include collaborative narrative processes (oral history, spiritual direction, dreamwork), the human voice, small objects, radio, and Pacific landscapes.