Mouse Meditation
Dear Ma HuLliLi,
A house mouse was wrecking a bit of devastation so I set a live trap. It fell for the bait and is trapped by this morning. Mice come back in if simply let outside; I need to take it farther away than my neighborhood or the next.
My plan is to meditate but I don’t want it to have to wait that long for freedom. So early off together we go, heading for the park where I set it free in a place filled with bark and other bits, and pecans dropped from nearby trees.
There are dry grasses here for cover and seed pods waiting to open up to Spring, and rushes rustling near the pond. It’s a fine place for mouses. And as for my musings, what better place? So after little mouse scurried away I take my time there on the rock in the sun.
I listen. One of my favorite forms of meditation is eyes-closed listening… listening close, listening far, listening in between… it always leads to listening within.
Near, I hear rustling in the leaves at my feet. Expanding that, I hear the birds in the trees and wind in the branches. A ways away, there are friendly voices. And high above there’s a hawk calling in flight.
Listening far, there is traffic, away in the distance. It sounds almost like rushing water from here. And farther still, from time to time, a faint honk or two. Farther than that and it is quiet. Quiet. I listen to the far silence and soon I fall inside out.
Dear Day Dreamer,