Awareness- Fodder for the Writer
Awareness- Fodder for the Writer
By Tony DeLorger © 2011
The grass was a vibrant green, given life from a short downpour the previous day. It was accommodating and formed a soft luscious bed beneath me. I scanned the distance down into the valley. A trickling stream wound its way toward lower ground and birds alive with morning light darted above, intermittently swooping toward the snaking water, as if daring it to catch them.
I felt a soft warm breeze teasing the tiny hairs on my face, wisps passing like racing clouds. The sun was warm and imbued a comforting presence and I eased back and peered up at the sparse white puffs that spotted the vast azure sky above.
Everything felt at peace, unperturbed by the hive of activity outside this tranquil view, and I began to think about the complexities of life. Rolling to my side, I studied the blades of grass, realising their complex geometry and the way they reached up, yeaning for light, like an explosion of life.
On one blade I noticed an ant busily climbing in its usual erratic way. I wondered if this creature made sense of its path, back and forth, up and down, seemingly going round in circles. I pondered its consciousness and whether it was driven by scent or instinct, searching out this and that. I just had no clue. I thought about its senses and how adept it must be in sourcing food and in fact finding its way around. If a scent is strong to humans, how intense must it be for a diminutive creature like an ant?
Such an odd creature I thought, so small, its black shiny shell encasing its tiny life. Does it feel? Does it know or perhaps depend on instinct alone? I pondered how ants live in structured societies, ordered with individual tasks to sustain the colony. I remember seeing a wildlife programme about ants and how they communicate with their antennas. I suddenly felt in awe of these tiny ants, and for all their simplicity they were actually complex in their structured lives.
Judging anything based on size or assumption suddenly seemed nonsensical. Humans judge everything based on face value and in the end that just proves how arrogant we are.
I rose to my elbows and saw my little companion Beast my cat, wandering over. He nuzzles my face affectionately and then slumps down on the grass next to me. After one of those elongating stretches, he rolls onto his back and looks up at me questioningly. I rubbed his down-like tummy and he closed his eyes blissfully.
This animal is my best friend, always there for me when life is good and when not so good. He never questions me, my moods, or my motives, simply accepts me for whom I am and loves me unconditionally. I look deeply into his beautiful golden eyes and I wonder what he is thinking, how he looks at me and how much he understands of what I say.
There is a definite intelligence beyond expectation in this cat and I do think he understands much more that he is given credit. Cats, unlike dogs, choose to be obedient. Beast is a loyal and nearly always obedient cat, but when he puts to mind to something, he will fight to get what he wants. Like I said, there’s a great intelligence there and I’d love to know what he thinks sometimes.
When he’s done something he knows he shouldn’t do, I’ll chastise him and make sure he understands. Like a child, he does understand and gives me that indignant look and often, as cats do, he turns and faces his backside toward me, a definite cat-like flipping the bird. I gently push him away and he storms off.
Five minutes later he approaches and once again nuzzles me as if to tell me all is forgiven. This action is Beasts nature, and I know many other cats aren’t so forgiving. He is just like another child and I marvel at his intellect and gentle nature.
Beast and I lie side by side on the grass, contemplating the universe and everything. I look inquisitively at life and notice the subtle nuisances of our environment and everything within that environment. As a writer I know awareness is critical, searching out the truth in all things and then being able to transform that knowledge into words.
I often just lie down somewhere and become aware of what is around me. It is an exercise I find invaluable and it helps to expand ones perspective of life. Discovery is one of life’s gifts and the more you learn the more you realise you don’t know. It is the little things that can collectively fulfil a life and give meaning to the seemingly erratic flow of human existence.
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