A few sunny days ago I found myself sitting in my wife’s
beautifully randomly sculpted backyard.
Her knack for growing is Druidic.
I was sitting in a
vinyl chair that is so out of place in her garden staring up at
the sky.
The blue of the sky was mesmerizing. I remember looking up and thinking “How would
you describe that color of sky to a blind man?”
Smell! The blue of
the sky would smell like a crystal glacier stream meandering through a
high mountain meadow full of blooming alpine flowers coupled with a strong uphill breeze filled with the scent of the cedar grove below. Yep
that’s the blue.
I watched the Cirrus clouds dance and form a myriad of
mystical shapes. I was particularly fond
of the beautiful woman dancing and spinning in diaphanous ice dresses like a
favored 10,000 foot Sheik’s
dancer in the sky.
My wife, knowing my mathematical proclivity, aimed my gaze
to the Southwest. There I saw the Cirrus
dance into a multiple curly cue of fractalness that defines our worlds and lives. The curly was perfect in it’s self similarity
and I was amazed.
An hour we were engrossed in the mystical and mesmerizing
movements of the clouds that seemed to be placed for just us. Until...
My wife says “look” and dragged my eyes down from my dancing
cloud to the rim of her wine glass. There
on the rim was a beetle doing a tight rope around and around and around. We both, my wife and I rooted the beetle on
and once he/she fell into the wine my wife fetched the now drunken beetle out and sent Mr. Beetle on
his way.
Like a trooper Mr. Beetle
walked around the circle that is a small round party table for a hundred times. Then sober.
Flew off.
My eyes and attention drifted back up to that blue that you
could “smell.” Much smaller than my
10,000 foot ancient Persian dancer she had now turned into a less than ferocious
wolf chasing a marshmallow. My head was tilted back
on the cheap vinyl looking at the “blue" when I was struck!
I can not explain this.
It was as if I was filled. Filled
with something way more powerful than I.
It didn’t build up “it” struck me in thirty seconds or so. Once it was done filling me, my eyes started
to fill with tears and before they could fall, the tears….stopped. I was filled with someone, someone else or
someplace else. It was somehow peaceful at the time. An
inexplicable overwhelming emotional response.
I can’t explain what happened and I’m writing it for my sake to see if in writing I can arrive at an explanation. The
moment was amazing. I can say that it
was the first time I guess that I was overwhelmed with…whatever. Maybe this happens to people all the time and I'm an oddity. I just don't know. Maybe it was the "blue".
Talk to you later.
