florence lay on the sofa to sleep. her morning had been hard work and much had been achieved. as she settled comfortably an inner peace started to take hold, it eminated out from her frail body and fill the room with an aura that very few would be able to detect. she drifted into a trance like dream.
across the room i sat. i noticed how a calm rythmic cadence began to influence by own breathing. a car drove steadily past the window. i could see slight movement in the trees that obscured the sky.
i’d marvelled at florence’s effort and wondered if my own had been anything like as much. for months i’d blindly pushed on despite little or no noticable return. i watched florence alter her position on the sofa. was this a for telling of something i would go onto to discover?
i took a moment to reflect upon my recent illness and how it had forced me to go back to a basic state of being, cease all other endeavours and put all my effort into staying awake. it had been a catharsis of massive proportions and slowly now i consider beginning to drill again.
i look over to florence, she’s stirred and moved position.
sitting quietly i listen to the little noise i can hear outside. another car drives past the window with the ambient noise returning soon after. this could become a stasis and if it were to would i say anything about it or merely interpret it?
so readily i position myself to ask questions of myself that i can rarely answer, merely burdening myself with unanswered questions.
the question currently is howto finish this posting.
i stare out of the window, the sun comes out and the illuminated greenary presents me with something interestng to look at. is it actually the act of looking or the time i spend concentrating on one spot what makes the act of interesting be present. i think it says something about me and my personality that i am prepared to sit and spend time with naturally lit, natural scene.
i begin to consider if what i look at is fully natural as we’ve planted what i look at and pruned it over time. this year the growth has been left to it’s own devises. i conclude that natural in this instance has been a collaborative affair.
the sunshine gets brighter and i sit and look some more.
