While just looking about.
**I believe often what people see is with their eyes closed.
**People also often see what they’re looking to see, but not with clarity.
I hadn’t thought to write upon this topic, finding the words weren’t there, and I also considered what the words might appear to some as they’re simply on a screen. As such, often people interpret through their own filter. But perhaps, it might be worth the time, letting each person consider for themselves. So, we’ll try it this way:
I think to a great degree, much of our thinking and attention is “store bought,” media driven, and commercial, and there is a kind of peer/social pressure to be so. There is also our “conditioning” that “colors” how and what we see and think we perceive. However, it is also driven by the people all around us: wherever we go, and not only among co-workers and friends. What I mean is that pondering isn’t something common, at least, hasn’t been in a long time. In actuality, much of our thoughts, fears, worries, and ponderings are from the world around us, which wouldn’t be if we had been living our lives as say…, in the picture above. Or think of the movie Jeremiah Johnson and such. As I see it, much ponderings are often “worry” or manufactured ponderings: not real and thoughtful. **I’ve framed this last sentence as commercial thinking: that many people become “extensions” of marketing and propaganda, yet never realizing the influences.
Some time back, I think it was early on in a career, I was hunting birds with a friend. While walking along a trail, we got to talking. He mentioned one time, I believe years before, when he was walking along the hills and a crow was watching him. Interestingly, this happened several times, each time, he believed, the same crow.
Let’s “freeze,” or pause that for a moment. When I heard him talking, I believe he was being honest: at least speaking from his perspective unclouded by others’ ideas. Whether it meant anything we will never know.
Now, to a degree, I can now understand that, for I have seen some “oddities” or things I haven’t yet explained over the succeeding years.
Yes, at the time, I did think he was a bit “off,” but left the discussion there. I didn’t believe or disbelieve him. I just left it alone. After all, I hadn’t seen the bird, so what do I know about what he saw save the talk?
There have been times in my life when I sensed something, often at the same time, yet can’t explain. As such, I beleive there are things we know or sense without knowing consciously what we perceive. As such, I tend not to add additional words but leave it as a ponder.
Recently, I have been noticing a “preoccupation” of sorts. And I pondered upon that. Why should certain things that never would have occurred to me years ago occur now? More so, why even ponder about those things, which upon looking as from a distance, have no real relevance other than to occupy time and space? As I see it, they’re “busy-thinking,” “brain noise,” and distracting. Instead of noticing, following the real rabbit of reason down the trail of understanding, and asking good questions. **But even in that, I realized there must be a reason. So, we continue fishing, gardening, making stepping stones with art (Just finished a McCaw, Toucan, and Grizzley Bear.), going for walks, and letting any reasoning arrive in their own time.
This article is not about what some readers might consider. I was reading a book from Louis L’Amour the other day, and there was some of that “stuff” in it, about things we don’t see and other lives and such. I’m not holding to that, nor turning away. People can imagine all sorts of things, and as I believe, it’s just that: imagination. And I believe there is something dishonest in such pursuits, hard to explain, but we’ll save it for another day. Or not. And people can live their entire lives that way, thinking this and that, believing they understand something when it’s only their imagination. How that occurs, I’m uncertain, but that’s for each person to figure out. If they do….
However, and I must add to the above, we also might notice things, but then make the mistake of over-thinking. There’s something to be said for patience, pondering, and not adding when there might not be anything to add. Just noticing. Then, when we are patient, not looking to make meaning where none exists, we are honest. Just patience. And I suppose, we might eventually realize what those noticings are about.
What we’re sharing is the evident distraction all around, that much of our thinking is inundated by the media, commercials, and “created” fears and worry, such that all too many people have very little time for thoughtful perspectives, taking the time to read a good book, discussing, and looking about and noticing what all too many are distracted to see and observe.
I suppose that might explain, in part, why one of our neighbors rarely is seen. She works from home, however, and other than visiting family from time to time, is rarely seen out of the house. We’ve talked to her from time to time, and she’s a nice person, but I think she tends to stay away from what we’ve been writing about. I say, if that’s so, good for her.
I’ll leave this article with the following. Sometimes, as I am considering, a thought is not just a thought. There is meaning, but the meaning might not be how we interpret at the moment, or for many moments. As such, I have learned to notice, ponder, then leave alone for the most part. I don’t always succeed.
For instance, the other day, I was noticing a “concern.” However, I was “interpreting” it to mean something more present, even putting words to the music though I don’t know how those words came to be. In other words, I asked, why was my brain putting those words to the music? How did those thoughts arrive? As I could tell, I didn’t see a connection between the thoughts and the concern, but I also could see I probably, in times past, went with those thoughts. However, as I sat, I saw a memory from my youth, and I remembered the same “thing,” and to me, it was clear: the connection. Except this time, there were no “thoughts,” just the realization. An “ah haa” moment so to speak. In other words, without words was realization. Words can often “mimic” realization, but there is no real “ah haa” moment. Realization and understanding has an honesty all it’s own.
Now, returning to my college aged friend long ago and the crow. I do think, back when, he was more observant and thoughtful. At that time, he wasn’t so busy with the business of distracted life, worries, and other things.
**I think, when we’re not “moved” by the world, when that happens, we’re free to see and observe.