I sincerely hope I would notice if the sky chose to fall.
Wouldn’t you like to think you’d be aware enough to notice that the sky was falling from the heavens–although I certainly have trouble imagining what that would look like. I mean–truly, people–what in the world did Chicken Little mean when he ran breathless pronouncing, “THE SKY IS FALLING!!” ?
After this morning, though, I am suddenly doubtful. Here’s what happened. Some of you may know that I am taking yoga classes these days. $20 for a private one-hour lesson. It works. Think how easily you can lose a $20 bill. Think how easily you can lose it on something that really doesn’t matter. Yoga matters. Therefore, I am on the mat every Tuesday at 10 a.m. at a cool place called Intention Yoga in downtown LA. (That’s L’Anse, Michigan…for those of you who might be confused.) OK, for the last two weeks, anyway.
And, ladies and gentleman, it is sooooooo fun! It truly is. OK, the stretches can kinda get stretchy…but that’s the point. It’s a good stretch when it hurts a little bit, but not enough not be a bad hurt. We all know the distinction. And I am lovin’ putting awareness smack-dab in the body.
Unfortunately (clearing throat) I apparently–STILL! After all this time!–can sometimes not see What’s in Front of the Nose.
My yoga teacher, Shanel, pointed me to the mat. I saw the mat, the strap, the blanket, the eye covering (for the meditation later). I saw Shanel very clearly. Very intently.
She suddenly said, “I am sorry about the ceiling falling down in that wind last week.”
The ceiling falling down??? What the heck was she talking about? What ceiling? I stared, befuddled, at her.
“What ceiling, Shanel?”
She stared back at me in disbelief.
“Up above you!”
I looked up.
And, sure enough, there was a gaping hole in the ceiling. A ceiling panel was lying against the wall.
The ceiling had fallen down and I HAD NOT NOTICED!!
It still amazes me what we see, and what we don’t see. I see the oddest things and miss the most ordinary things sometimes. Most folks open the door to a shop and take in the people–what they’re wearing–how they look–how the room looks. Right?
When I’m around people, I focus so intensely on their essence that I miss all the physical details. Well, that’s an exaggeration. But I focus so intensely on FEELING the person, that it doesn’t matter two hoots whether they’re wearing blue or orange or if someone chopped their hair off two inches or if they have blue or brown eyes.
And I simply will not notice if your ceiling has fallen down!! And I want to apologize for that up front. Please point it out.
Having confessed this to you, I will admit something else. If no people are around–and I’m out in nature–I will see a LOT. I will notice the sky is falling. And probably try to document the way it falls with colors and hues and patterns and angles and up-close and far-away and oh-my-goodness isn’t this fascinating?
Therefore, if the sky decides to fall, I can only hope that I am not around people. People are far too distracting…