Sleep would have been nice. I’m told it is good for you. I was certainly tired enough and expected to fall into a deep slumber as soon as my head hit the pillow… well, at least by the second chapter… and indulge until daylight. No such luck.
The clock said four a.m… it had said one a.m. as I turned out the lamp… and while I gritted my teeth and tried to resist, dragging the duvet over my head stubbornly in the interest of getting some much needed rest, the dreams were gnawing at my ear like a small rodent and telling me to get up and do something about them. And I was wide awake. You wouldn’t think something as ephemeral as a dream, small as a mouse could be so insistent… but then, mice are persistent creatures. I gave in. Stopped fighting. Sometimes it is the best thing to do.
I got up and dealt with the nagging of the dream, which turned out to be more ursine than murine, and that left me and the coffee twiddling thumbs before dawn yet again. Still, there are benefits to being up early, though the dog sees them merely in terms of an early start with the tennis ball and a dawn raid on the treats.
An article in the inbox sent me of researching, leading me off at various tangents over the second coffee. Persistence pays off, but it can be a double edged sword. You need the quality in order to achieve anything, yet the tight focus required inevitably blinds you to the wider picture that may include many more possible avenues than the one you are driving at… or feel you are driven towards.
I watched this in action one day as I drove home from my son’s. The busy road runs through a landscape of ploughed fields and as I drove a red kite flew alongside me for about half a mile, keeping itself level with my eyeline and speed, which, when I think about it, was awesome enough in itself. There was a moment… a split second… when it hung in the air, then swooped below the line of the hedgerow, emerging with a small rodent in its talons. The speed was incredible; it all happened in a glance through the side window and then it was away, soaring.
At first it was only the privilege of watching something so beautiful that imprinted itself on consciousness. But when I thought about it, I realised that had the great bird, a symbol of Isis, not been flying high enough, far enough from the ground, she would not have seen her prey… her goal… nor been able to pinpoint her descent so accurately. Her quarry lives and moves on the earth, yet she, had she joined it there, would have ended up with muddy feathers and no lunch. Her gift is to soar and to see from above and utilise her glorious design of wing and feather. She uses her whole being to its full potential by rising above the level of that which she seeks.
With our focus so firmly on the necessities of life in a demanding world, I have to wonder if we are walking in a muddy field alien to our true nature and failing to rise high enough to see a clearer, wider picture. Within the ridges and furrows of ploughed earth we may lose sight of the greater landscape and get caught in the sticky morass that makes flight ever more difficult.
There is the old saying we all know, that ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’. We quote it without thinking, knowing that without the daily grind, the petty worries and pressures, the heart sees clearer the distant beloved and the emotion shines, standing bright against the mundane world. The details fade as we move apart, flaws disappear out of focus and we are left only with the essence of love.
On the negative side this can blind us to reality and allow us to indulge in the make believe of a romantic dream… and may explain why to many the past holds the only attraction, seen from a safe distance and we yearn for an illusion. Most of the time, however, it shows how small the details are in comparison to the essence, allowing us to see reality with truer vision as the minor details blur and recede. Yet we do not seem to notice that perhaps this applies at a deeper level also, and that by stepping back from the cares and worries, widening our focus and seeing the landscapes of our lives from horizon to horizon, we might just fall in love with life itself.
Was that today? If so, interesting coincidence with our conversation early today. Watching the video, mice can be persistent, but I think it is great that (s)he got it after stopping for a moment to think it over 😉
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No, not today, though your encounter brought this to mind.
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Thanks, Sue. Yet another sleepless night looms for me here after a frantic thirty minutes dream of… yet again…not getting somewhere. It’s a dream that worries me sometimes; I wonder what I’m missing of the here and now when I’m in such a flap to get somewhere else. hey – ho. Off to write – insomnia has a plus side.
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I like writing in the quiet hours, but prefer that to be by choice, not necessity!
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Thank you for the beautiful, poetic advice on how to change perspective regarding minor life stresses. I prefer your descriptions over the limited aphorism, “Don’t sweat the small stuff.”
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Thanks Chelsea… that is not a phrase I would ever use, being small stuff myself 😉
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The idea of the height of flight and our perspective on life, either in the present or looking at the past, has given me a reminder to keep myself open to the existence experience as a whole. Thanks for that, Sue.
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Thanks, Lynn, a change of perspective…especially a broader view… can change how we see the world completely.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks for sharng, Jaye x
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I struggle to rise above that muddy field, but my boots are firmly stuck in the mire. The boots will have to be sacrificed at some point to set me free…soon, I hope…
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Bare feet are pretty good on earth…though I object to mud between the toes 😉
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I like your philosophical thoughts and really liked the video too.
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The mouse seemed a perfect example for persistence, Rae 🙂
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Thanks for sharing, Sally xx
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Some interesting information to reflect on here, Sue. I can’t say I think much about the past but as you get older I think you may think of it more frequently.
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The past is always with us…it is the foundation of today, even if, like the foundations of a house, it is buried and out of sight. I think you value the past more as you get older, especially when there is likely to be more behind you than in front of you 😉
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I feel for those who cannot sleep. I’ve had a few sleepless nights so know how frustrating they are. Hope you sleep well MOST nights, thought. 🙂
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I do…if I ever get to bed, Tess…and can avoid the lure of the books on the bedside table 😉
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I hope you sleep better from now on, Sue. I have a habit of staying up late reading. Can’t get to sleep unless I read first. My mind whirls too much with all kinds of ideas to write about. Lovely post. Hugs xx
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I always read before bed too, Janice… even if I only manage a few pages before drifting off.
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