During a recent morning’s sit spot, I settled myself on the porch swing under the covered roof (because there was fine misting rain), bundled beneath a down comforter, a mug of hot coffee cradled in my hands.
My monkey mind was going fast this morning. Some fear chatter, some lack chatter, and some need chatter.
Towards the end of this unusually tortured Sit Spot, I spotted a feather!
I was instantly focused, and fascinated by the colors, lines, and spots.
Briefly, I wondered what species of bird had left it for me, but I pushed that “mind” thought aside.
As it started to rain harder, I dove deeper into my noticing. The sheen, the silky browns, the symmetry. I imagined how soft it would be to run my fingers across the length of it. I imagined how the raindrops might feel on the downy of the feather.
Just then, my alarm gently let me know my Sit Spot time was up.
Sock-footed, I walked into the leaf litter to grab the feather.
It was GONE.
How can that be?!?! I was stunned.
I walked back to the place I had been sitting and looked again…
There it was!
Whew! I wanted the feather for a specific thing.
I returned, sock-footed and soggy, only to find nothing again.
Back and forth I went…
Realizing…
Gorgeous feather from this vantage point…
Common leaf from the other…
Gentle reader, I’m now so curious…what message or meaning might I make from this experience???
Warmly,
Angie