Is this the day I finally wash some windows? For a while now I have been looking at the mountains through a window that is framed with cobwebs on the outside. And I have been feeling the pressure of not having washed this window, just yet. I need to do it when the sun is not shining on it, I tell myself. Another thought comes, more of a wish, that I could have a better technique or use a better window-washing liquid, to get this window finally clean, as I remember how windows never seem clean enough after I wash them. I take some thinking time to try to visualize myself actually getting the window washed. I add some judgment to the thought-mix, admonishing myself for not washing the window yet, more pressure and inertia. The window remains unwashed.
And the spiders? They seem to have abandoned their webs on this window (that's why I can call them cobwebs now) and they are moving house to another window nearby.
The living metaphor of this window-viewing and spider-teaching is telling me about clarity and vision, and seeing beyond, and in spite of, my distractions and procrastinations. And the spiders, they are keepers of the alphabet and writing, and they spin webs with such ease and not much planning.
All this comes from looking out of the window this morning as I write.
[Spider Web by Julie Falk]
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[Addendum: one week later, windows are washed...October 19, 2011]
What a great post of your thoughts. I do the same. Find a story in the most mundane of things. Something that draws my attention, again and again...and asks for something. You'll wash the window when you stop thinking that you "should" wash the window, lol. :)Keep the cobwebs till after Halloween?
Posted by: Goddess Aphrodite | 10/17/2011 at 02:57 PM