<Re-post from August 2013>
For some reason, today the phrase “No spin” was on my brain.
As I went for my morning walk, I thought
What would it be like
looking out at the world
and seeing it
really seeing it
with no “spin.”
No preconceived ideas
No assigning/ascribing (quite possibly inaccurate) motives
The. Real. Deal.
An empty mind
Well... clarity. Clarity is what I’m after...
Quiet is required
Not frantic, relentless, constant, thoughtless activity
As I lay in bed out on the porch last night, I heard rustlings outside in the dark. The word “furtive” came into my mind. That made the rustlings seem a little … scary. But they were only scary because I’d assigned the word “furtive” to them!
The sounds – the critters making the sounds – weren’t furtive. They were just critters, doing their night-time rustling, hustling & scurrying!
And then, on the walk, as I thought the words I was thinking, about “no spin,” & about clarity – clear vision
I heard day-time rustlings...
Something crashing about in the woods/brush beside the path I was walking along
“Deer,” I thought (they certainly abound in these parts)
A few steps later, a fence
& behind it, two gorgeous big horses, eying me
I’d assumed the noises were made by deer
More likely, it was the horses.
Spin. No spin.
There was no spin at all about the heron-sighting! :) :) :)
It flew up in its graceful (pre-historic-seeming) flight, up out of the swamp
Made a big wide arc in the sky overhead
then landed right back down in the swamp again
(How suddenly they land!! No long runway for this bird!)
… just at a different spot
The swamp smelled wonderful.
It smelled … fertile.
‘Quote of the day’ with this post: “The thing is this: You got to have fun while you’re fightin’ for freedom, ‘cause you don’t always win.” – Molly Ivins