I decided to sit down at the computer and write at this moment. I have a craving to write something. I just don’t know what it is yet. I have to let it simmer for a bit. “It”, being my writing subject. Sometimes, I don’t need a subject at all. Maybe some of you remember the show “Seinfeld”. It was called the show about nothing. The show about nothing became a cultural icon. It seemed that everyone related to the normal daily thoughts and feelings of everyday people. We were able to laugh out loud because the subjects covered were so familiar to us. It’s a great feeling to know that so many others are thinking and feeling the same way we are. It’s comforting that we are not alone in our madness.
It’s snowing this morning here in New Jersey, United States. It looks pretty, but honestly, I don’t know too many people that are happy to see the snow. It causes disruption for commuters. Everyone gets in a frenzy when it snows. They rush to the grocery store to buy milk, bread and eggs. Lest we starve! It’s 2 inches of snow, not the end of the world. Snow silently and peacefully enters our reality, all the while, glittering and sparkling it’s freshness upon the earth’s surface. The beauty it bestows is celestial. Adult humans seem to have a tendency to skew reality. Our perceptions change the actuality of everything. A small child, on the other hand, can look out the window and see wondrous potential in the falling snow. Bountiful creations whirl around in their mind of how they can pick up this fluffy white stuff and make anything out of it.
I will call my mother this afternoon, as I do every day. We will talk about our day and complain about the snow. Neither one of us has to go outside and trudge through it to get to a designated place of employment but, nonetheless, we will complain that we don’t like the snow. Doesn’t that sound like madness to you? I’m shaking my head at my own self. Where has that child in me gone? Why can’t I see the beauty that has laid itself before me?
I realize that I have allowed grown up life to skew my perceptions of pure joy. I can’t see the purity of the falling snow anymore. It’s time for me to shake it off and get in touch with this beautiful endowment from the heavens. There is so much beauty here and I have allowed myself to be blinded by past conditioning, pain and suffering. I have consensually given away my sight so that I might live in fear and anguish.
Today, this moment, I must realign myself with the universe and forget about the past. I must get myself up and show up with full spirit. Today, I will play in the snow and enjoy all that it has to offer and I will come out triumphant, if only for a few moments, and feel alive again with the sight of a child.
I find it amazing that I sat down to write with no thought of any subject to write about. So, I decided to talk about the weather and look where it took me. I think that’s pretty cool. I love how things unfold out of our minds if we are able to sit still for a little bit and let it flow. I’m totally loving this process.