I like looking at the little things. A lot.
Recently I was on a walk around the local park, the route includes a loop around a small lake and weaves itself beside the river and through brush. It’s lined with giant, gorgeous old poplars. There’s this one tree that’s over a hundred years old! Its trunk is thick and gnarled twisting up from the riverbank. Its bark bears the memories of a century.
Broken, split, scarred and absolutely gorgeous.
Anyway on this short stroll I found a young dragon fly struggling on the asphalt and of course gave the little hitchhiker a ride to the nearest service station, which in this case was a tasteful flower planter with quite a view of the lake.
As I walked, dragonfly in hand I examined the little one. What really caught my eye was the incredible symmetry and delicacy of the wings. Here was something so fragile yet so resilient it defied logic, nature seems to be just that, a paradox.
The structure of the veins within, the splash of colouring, the thinner than saran wrap translucence… For a time nothing but the minute detail of this creatures being, existed and what a gift.
Maybe your mind is like mine. i’ll assume it is, for we appear to be far more similar then we are different.
This mind of mine used to spend more time then not speeding through a continuous stream of things that haven’t happened or could have happened different.
These days it spends most of its idle time chasing down idea’s and questioning itself.
It also shuts the fuck up often!
I don’t know nor care, how or why this happens. Perhaps its a few years of inconsistent meditation, or a lack of external influence. Maybe it’s just sheer luck? Does it matter?
I do know what it is though and what it is is a practice. A consistent practice of just looking at little shit.
Many times throughout the day I’ll pause in silence and be drawn into the texture of nature. Looking at the tiny details, seeing the patterns, the colour, the in-describable beauty. Im grateful for those moments, Maybe you have had this too?
Perhaps next time you have the opportunity, be quite and be the weirdo with their head in the flower planter, or crouched down looking at a rock.
The freak who traces out the grains in a fine table top or stands eyes closed as the summer breeze passes by.
It’s a moment.
It’s your moment.
Enjoy.
-MackieTVM
Inspiring thoughts & fantastic pictures.