Two cowboys come upon an Indian lying on his stomach with his ear to the ground. One of the cowboys stops and says to the other, “You see that Indian?” “Yeah,” says the other cowboy.”Look,” says

Hesitant but intrigued, the cowboys kneel down beside the Indian and press their ears against the ground. At first, all they hear is the muffled sound of their own breathing. But as they focus their attention, other sounds begin to filter through.

The distant rumble of a herd of buffalo, the gentle rustle of grass as it sways in the breeze, the soft patter of raindrops against the parched earth. It’s as if the very heartbeat of the land is echoing through the ground, connecting them to the ancient rhythms of nature.

For a long while, they sit in silence, drinking in the symphony of sounds that surrounds them. It’s a moment of pure communion with the earth, a reminder of the interconnectedness of all living things.