Thursday, 4 October 2012

Morning Manifesto

Notice the birds. Recognise their song. And join. Click minimize. Smell the salt water and consider where sea meets shore, sifting order from chaos. Watch a dog scamper for a ball with undivided soul. Make yourself smaller. Be astonished by the repeating waves. Scan a horizon line and some headlands. Try to understand  seagulls. Feel patterns being swept onto sand as swirling clouds step aside to introduce sunlight. Click minimize.

Restore yourself down. Consider the cycle of flowers. Reject worry. Look into the blue and watch the daytime moon balance in silhouette. Forget details. Feel small. Breathe deep the sky into your tiny lungs. Concentrate on footsteps: bodies held by gravity, bass drumming lightly against an orbitting planet. Held in space. Sample the growing swell on the shore. Pat that passing dog. Let the sand caress your footsteps as a plane slides past above you. Click minimize.

Accept a sunbeam on your face. Walk slowly. Ask yourself why the air seems so pure today. Watch a dancing robin. Be joined in the movement as birds pirouette through air currents. Accept the joy of their flight. Let a fly land on your hand. Walk beside a golf course and listen to the echo of order. Click minimize.

Life is not a tall order from the ground. Marvel that all you can see is a glimpse. That you are eternal.

Click minimize.

Finally, attempt to grasp that you are small but beautiful...  

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  1. nice....i like...make yourself small in our big old world....but in that maybe you too will find the awe once more at all of it...

    1. That's exactly what prompted me to write this Brian :)

  2. A beautiful and uplifting write...clicking minimize ~

    Happy weekend ~

  3. this is tremendous. a triumph, really. sharing on facebook and twitter. thank you. (for this, esp: Life is not a tall order from the ground. Marvel that all you can see is a glimpse. That you are eternal.)

  4. I do not know why but this makes me think of the ending of the first Men in Black movie where at the end they show how we are just like a small marble that other aliens are playing with. I remember watching a science show that said that just one of our eyelashes has thousands of little microscopic microbes living a symbiotic relationship of which our eyelashes would fall out if not for these little creatures. They were so ugly and scary looking that it is a good thing that we cannot see them. But they are all over our body and all over the world. What if we are just creatures living a symbiotic life on something like an eyelash and we just have no idea that we are not supposed to change the order of things. Are we destroying our environment and have no idea that "our eyelash" is going to fall out. What is real and what is not real?

    Thanks for playing in this weeks Theme Thursday with a fantastic Manifesto.

    God bless.

    1. That's a really interesting take on things-thanks for sharing. (Didn't know about those microbes-wow!)

  5. it's been a long time since I've read anything that stirred
    my heart so. i feel this to my bones and beyond. beautiful....that words sounds too trite to describe
    or say thank you.
    but thank you just the same.
    i'm richer for reading this.
    may your days be sweetness and light,

  6. This is just beautiful and powerful. I can imagine myself at the sea, seeing the plane overhead and so on. A message conveyed through it all at the same time. Thank you so much, you have such a gift. God Bless.

  7. So well written, a kind of spiritual meditative advice about life in telegram style.
    I must say I'll try to do what you say, what I haven't done yet...except letting a fly land on my hand for flies bite me and I am allergic to them.
    Also, I understand animals better than people and the animals that live with or near me - chickens, dogs, cats, cows, horses, birds... - understand me better than human beings.
    Thanks for sharing and nice to meet you!


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