Sunday, February 22, 2009

Blue Revelation

Although it is still very cold in the north, the streams of field and woodland are beginning to melt here and there, and wherever the icy waters meet the air, they reflect the sky - a brilliant intense blue on some days and muted pearly gray on others.

On sunny days, the edges of the rural landscape are as sharp and perfectly honed as the fruits of a bladesmith's labor. On bleaker days, the world is smudged as if with charcoal, or inkstone and bamboo brush. The deep hue of the waters, their gurgle and flow, are balm to eyes too long without color, music to a winter weary psyche.

There is a lesson here for me if I can find the wits to figure it out. I must not cultivate bindweed mind and huddle within - I must turn outward, open my eyes, my ears and my arms to embrace this perfect little blue world, just as it is.

What is wrong with me? Why do I have keep reminding myself of this, over and over again, day in and day out, all this lifetime long?


Anonymous said...

"Bindweed mind" - perfect expression.

I think you're looking at it wrong way round. Bindweed mind is the normal human condition. You remind yourself to rise above it, but not everyone does.

Caroline said...

One does get to the point where a change is deeply needed and contentment is hard to grasp. Finding a higher place with a broader horizon often helps me.
xoxo KB