Do we pay enough attention to what is important?
Sitting here in mid morning in a temperature that makes itself un-noticeable, I hear a lawn mower and notice the back of my left hand. The light is clear and bright though I can’t see the sun from where I am. There are a couple of white marks on my hand. They are actually in my skin and resemble scars – fresh scars. I have no idea what from. I also notice a fair sized splinter in the side of my hand. It’s in exactly even with the skin and appears to have been there a long while but it has no feeling.
I notice these things because of the light. It’s like a supernatural glow that will soon be broken when the sun itself moves into view., within the glow my thoughts, my whole world, have been altered. I feel grounded, attached to the earth. I am at peace. The mower sound for so long now, a sound that brings a sick feeling to my being has, at least for now, reverted to a pleasant memory of my youthful past. My younger days were a slower, freer time.
My eyes feel a bit sticky as they do when I desperately need sleep and my forehead has the beginnings of a sleepless headache but I don’t feel that tired. I feel at peace. I feel that we will handle our problems, that they will be wiped from our lives like the dirt I see where the sun comes through the passenger side window and now falls on this page. As I consider the light from it I see it as pure white but as my mind drifts it turns yellow. The light feels like a thing that is important to study. It is important because it’s part of the natural world and that is the most important thing.
The natural usually cannot be experienced from a picture or even through a window. It is both a time and a place. It must be confronted with all five senses. It must be lived.
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