Something outside my window catches my attention and I glance up from the computer screen to see a bird land on the branch of a tree.
I’m contemplating the Creator, the Divine, the Universe, whatever you want to call it.
I’m contemplating Love as the force and the source; Love wanting to know itself, to see itself, to be revealed to itself.
I’m thinking of the Universe looking back upon itself.
I’m contemplating the paradox of oneness and separateness, of experiencing and being Love.
Am I being revealed to myself by way of noticing that the bird sees me?
Does the bird in the tree see itself, know itself to exist, by way of me seeing it?
Callie, the yellow lab, barks at my front door. She wants a biscuit and a walk. She is my reminder of the importance of adventure, so off we go winding our way through various trails in the local woods.
I ponder the perception of trees. If a tree can’t see with eyes, how am I revealed to myself through a tree? I pause before a redwood use my body as a kind of gauge to sense how the tree lets me know I exist. There is a feeling in my body. It’s a knowing, yes, and it’s a vibration. It’s also a groundedness, rootedness and strength. These are the words I give the vibration. Easy enough to be with and there is a haunting that’s a bit harder for me to receive: the grandness of size.
At the river, I listen to the bubbling conversation of the water clamoring over rocks. Sound is another way of knowing, of being known. If I were blind, I would not use sight and I would certainly use sound.
How do I come to know myself through sound? Maybe this is why I find music, especially singing, so compelling.
I sing, and I hear myself, therefore I am?
You sing and I listen, therefore I am? We are?
I watch Callie follow her nose in excited pursuit of something that does not exist for me, but is highly potent for her. She experiences her world through her nose and ears more than her sight. Imagine how the grasses experience Callie and how they experience themselves in relationship to her.
Wherever you are sitting now, stop and close your eyes and explore all your senses.
What if the only way you had ever known your world was without sight?
What if the only way you had ever known your world was through touch?
What if touch and sound were the only way you “saw” yourself?
What opens up for you in your experience of yourself, others and “reality” when you explore these and similar questions?
These are the contemplations that in-form me today.
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