The World Outside My Window

My office looks out into a lush green forest that seems to be in constant motion ranging from a slight shaking similar to the gentle vibration of a finally tune engine to active movement as if it were a load of laundry being tossed about in an out of control washing machine.

The motion of light also plays out within the forest for as the sun moves through the sky different surfaces are brightened or shaded, and the greens take on as many colors as the range of a rainbow.

The motion of animal life also is a constant. The insects and small animals, invisible to the casual observer, blend in the rich soil, and decaying leaves and branches that cover the ground or crawl along the tree bark some of which is partially covered in a faded green moss, or fly about freely in their limited world that undoubtedly does not seem limited to them.

The motion of animal life exists at the larger level. There is the gentle movement of a deer as it ballets through the woods and nibbles on the leaves; sometimes becoming statute still with only its eyes darting and ears twitching until a sound cause a sharp jerk in its neck as if an invisible cord was suddenly yanked.

Today, there was a sweet morsel of sight that appeared just outside of the window as a romanesque hawk perched on the trash dumpster fence. The hawk remain motionless from its neck area down for most of its stay, its head twisting freely as it surveyed the landscape. Occasionally, our hawk rustled its feathers in a manner that the brown outer covering separated to expose the white undercoat almost as if the suit coat had been opened to reveal a pure white dress shirt. It sat unconcerned with sounds or movements with the power of its piercing eyes oozing with confidence and invincibility. Then, it spread its wings, and leaping into the air, it flew quickly up to a new locations leaving only the memory of its regal majesty.

Thought for the Day: Just as the insects and small animals view their world as endless while, in fact, the world extends far beyond what they could know or comprehend, the same is true of our world. We live in the world that we know whether the world of our minds, the worlds of our physical settings or even the world of our spirituality. Yet, how many other world constructs are there that we don't know. What are the worlds and dimensions we do not see? What are the worlds of people on our earth that we do not know of or know only a little about from the news or our readings or our vacation trips? What are the worlds within ourselves waiting to be discovered?