on chatterfish, woodlands, and not ignoring sheep
basha kill, 2009
Certain places have the magic ability to clear my head of the idle chatterfish constantly swimming figure eights in my brain. The fish like a nice commotion. Rough waters and total chaos are on the menu, especially when the fish get word of my plans to study or do some work.
Walking through tall green woodlands puts them to fishy sleep.
My mind is a still pond, reflecting each piece of light back into the forest.
My mind is slowed, wide-open and entirely present.
It’s standing meditation. That’s one thing I’m sure of. Some folks like to sit cross-legged breathing deeply and intentionally. Me? I like to walk in the woods. Once you’ve got a taste of the magical mind-clearing ways of big nature, there’s little else needed to bring you back home to yourself. And let’s be honest, who couldn’t use a bit more of that in these times?
These times: the constant world of change and movement we live in. Slow down, breathe in, be right here. As they (and by they I mean our good friends, the Beatles) say, living is easy with eyes closed. Twenty four hours pass swiftly & painlessly if you’re in a constant state of motion. The blessing of keeping yourself busy is the bliss of ignorance. You get to ignore feelings. You get to pretend you haven’t felt the things-aren’t-okay sheep poking at your sides lately, when they should probably be paying you a visit and asking you to sit and have a chat with them.
But living is a beautiful, difficult, triumphant masterpiece once you’ve opened your eyes. If you’re still for a moment, things come alive. You find beauty. You find yourself, and you let the sheep check up on you, should you need some sheep time.
Taking moments in nature lets you check up on yourself. You can see how you’re doing.
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