Everything that happens in life is a lesson!
Well that is what has been told to me time and time again by various people of all walks of life and I sit and I wonder, well, what am I learning from what I do?
What can be learnt from sitting down three hours per day skipping between three YouTube Livestreams of nesting birds?
What can I learn from watching a solitary albatross chick pulling grass on the edge of his nest, ducking from incoming adults of neighbouring nests as they land?
What am I learning from watching five little owlets being fed rats by its parent in a dingy dirty owl box in Florida?
What am I learning from watching Osprey pulling apart fishes given to her by her mate to feed her two little chicks?
What am I learning by scrolling through various female artists throughout history? Especially when I can never remember their names or the names of the pieces of their art?
What am I learning from collaging bits of paper onto a canvas and then painting the edges of it?
What am I learning when I am laying down staring out the window cloud gazing?
If everything that happens to me in life is a lesson, then what am I learning from everything that I do?
Somethings don’t make any sense to me, other things are very clear – but not the so-called mundane things of sitting and watching or just sitting and thinking; the most nonsensical thing about my life is how often I sit down and imagine conversations I want to have with people dead or alive, or imagine creatures or people having lives within stories I’ve made. I understand that imagination makes me productive when I use it to make stories, but what exactly is its lesson when I am more or less making it up as I go along?
The lessons I have understood and learned, yet still appear to be a student of nonetheless, which must mean I’ve not entirely grasped them yet are these…
Dropping food I am eating – I have presumed the lessons here are;
Don’t take anything for granted
Be grateful for what you eat
Don’t eat so much
Yet I still appear to need to learn that lesson – not that I am in the habit of dropping food on the floor, but you get my drift?
I’m bored and philosophical right now, so I am coming out with a load of crap – but its thought provoking nonetheless and I do waste oodles of time thinking such things!
When I was little my grandmother said there is a very good reason why we drop food or spill drinks and it is to do with the fairy folk around us!
I asked her… what fairy folk make us become slobs?
She tutted and swiped at me and said, no silly – when we drop food or drink we’re to remember not to forget the fairy folk and give them an offering – it’s a kind of magic where we get accident prone with food and drink because it’s a sign they’re hungry or thirsty and feels neglected by us!
At the moment I am inclined to believe this house has a fairy who is particularly fond of sausages, because Henry is constantly dropping his and Paul has been known to drop them whilst serving them on plates too… so whatever fairy we have in our house sure is a sausage lover!
We used to leave offerings out for the fairy every night but we’ve got a rodent problem right now so can’t. People have become very accident prone at dinner ever since.
My grandma would say (if she were still around, bless her) that it will only get worse till we make an offering.
But we really can’t right now!
I have been thinking about playing my recorder in the dining room to see if the rat will think I am the Pied Piper of Hamlin and follow me dancing out the door, or whether or not that idea is completely ludicrous, a waste of time and liable to get me called weirdo by Paul again.
It’s irritating having a rat, especially when you live with someone so jumpy and fearful of the things.
It’s tried eating the window to get out at night – our window frames are wood, there are gnaw marks all along it, I said to Paul unless you’ve got a spare 15k I suggest you try to flush the rat out because we’re going to lose our window!
The terror immediately hit Paul and he plans in a couple of days he will try and get rid of it, it’s always in a couple of days though with him on everything. It’s been a couple of days since summer of 2016 that he promised to fix the shower… it’s been a couple of days since 2017 to finish painting the living room green… my goodness I feel immortal right now, a God… 800 million years is a day isn’t it to God?
They said he made the world in 6 days and rested on the 7th, which means according to science this planet is approximately 4.6 billion years old meaning a day is around 800 million years, so I have to presumably wait 1.6 billion years for him to do it? Because I am pretty sure he is not using Earth human mortal dates here!
I have the strangest life.
Never mind.
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