Contemplative shit

Saturday 10 January 2009

It's an interesting sort of a health milestone to see how much easier it is these days to wake at 6am because your dog needs to go outside, to step in dog diarrhea as you go, and then to clean up said dog diarrhea with a plastic spatula into a plastic bag after around five hours' sleep. I scrubbed the rug with bicarb soda and vinegar, and poured bicarb all over to get rid of the smell that had inserted itself as firmly as a child's finger into my nose for the forseeable future. I would have been cactus trying to do anything at 6am on five hours' sleep when I was ill. It seems like one of those mini miracles only I can really appreciate now that I can :)

It was enough that I could do that and then go outside with a cup of tea and joy over the sky with streaky clouds and light interplays before the light grey clouds rolled in. I sat and watched the pair of pigeons scrabbling on the garage roof, the same ones who walk on their stalks over the roof across my head when I'm waking up in the mornings. I love the brown crisscrosses on their necks. If it was possible for pigeons to hold pens, they could play very small games of noughts and crosses on each other.

It was enough to sit outside and rub my (washed) foot over the shiny brown back of my dog. To sit in the peace and smell the relatively fresh air, even though only 10 kilometres away from the centre of a small city.

I joyed over all of those things and thought about how far vision goes. What do things really look like if we could see them at their essence? Would we be inclined to fall down and worship blades of grass, pigeon necks, each other? I suspect we would. I am all for more and more of this kind of seeing, as long as it doesn't lead me down the crazy path of bursting into tears on the train because of the play of light on a woman's neck, or into rapturous delirium about the colour of the trail of branches hanging down over the high brick wall of a fence.

Because then I might get locked up :)

I think, however, those early morning joyings may be about the extent of it for me today. Which is unfortunate, because my holidays are coming roaring to a close and I wanted to take myself off today on some sort of an artist date, the first one in weeks and maybe even months. But it's all I can do to stay upright now, unfortunately, the joy of the early morning having been dispelled somewhat by my return to bed for three hours' sleep which has left me feeling worse than I did before I went back to bed.

Still, feeling crap aside, this is the third time this year I have been up to see the beginnings of the day, its aching newness. I kinda like it ... as far as a night owl can, anyway :)

4 comments

  1. One of our dogs had the same problem this week and it was me doing that sort of clean-up.

    Here it was clear and very cold but I took my coffee outside to enjoy 15 minutes of sunshine on our sheltered deck. (in track pants, t-shirt, robe, slippers and heavy coat) The mid afternoon rays were delicious.

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  2. Sue, the fact that the mess and the cleaning of the mess didn't have the power to send you off into orbit and not be able to enjoy the morning is a good sign indeed.

    But I am a bit worried about you. I don't know about that trip back to bed? Hmmmmmmm :)

    I'm sitting here at this computer with a big east facing window to my left awaiting the moment the sky begins to take on the color of the sunrise.....and than I have to go to work for 4 hours.

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  3. "I am all for more and more of this kind of seeing, as long as it doesn't lead me down the crazy path of bursting into tears on the train because of the play of light on a woman's neck, or into rapturous delirium about the colour of the trail of branches hanging down over the high brick wall of a fence.
    Because then I might get locked up :)"

    Very Franciscan! St. F himself used to get stuff much like you mention early in this post thrown at him for just such behaviour...

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  4. Norm - Lovely :) (Nice, too, to know that there are still people in tracky dacks and slippers and robes in the mid-afternoon :)

    Kent - it is a good sign indeed. The trip back to bed was just patently necessary, but I reckon if I didn't have this weird ear infection thing going down, I would have stayed up. Now that would be a large miracle :) Oh, nice, to be on your puter in front of an east facing window :)

    Mike - thank you! Very complimentary of you :)

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