Mindful of a Cat’s View
My cat in the window sill is like a child seeing for the
very first time. Its head twitches and
reacts to whatever moves or sound it is drawn to in absolute wonderment.
I give it a try.
I look out the window and see a collage of pine needles,
maple leaves green and burgandy,black lines, and brown curves of branches
forever reaching outward, swirling zig-zagging dots of bugs, the hoppity
hopping of birds finding the right branch and then, taking off in flight to who
knows where, and the funny erratic movement of squirrels scurrying and leaping
like daredevils. The puffy white and
grey clouds look bloated with rain with the tiniest patches of blue hidden
beneath.
I listen.
Bachooowa. Chooow.Chooow. Chooow.
A Cardinal? Cheep. Tweet.
A bird flits from one branch to another. Hop. Hop. It flies away. I
watch until it disappears beyond the trees I can see.
Buzz. Buzz. A honey bee flies near the screen of the window. I know this bee. It is protective of the
flowers around this house. I respect its
territorial nature.
The buzzing drifts away.
To the left, a patch of young green leaves stir and sway by
an invisible breeze, and then my attention is drawn to center to another patch
of merlot colored leaves up high stirring them gently.
The gently massaging cool breeze reaches my face like a
gentle stroke of a hand across my cheek.
Tweets. Cheeps. Trills.
Caw. Caw. Sounds of the suburban jungle is the background music that is massaging
my soul.
Every moment is new, fresh to hear, feel and see.
Pause and look out your open window.
