Buzzing Off
Dear friend,
It’s amazing how loud a housefly can be. We have one in the room right now. A pigeon is watching from Ollie and Janet’s pigeon-damaged roof as the evening sunlight casts film noir shadows—only golden, not grainy black and white—onto the wall. The mirror shows its dust, and it turns out to be two flies, not one. When one is still, the other is in flight, so the buzzing is multiplied as they play off one another.
Their sound is quite a lot like the internal buzz of repetitive, anxiety-based thinking the mind can often spin into. Peace is what is here when the noise stops and both flies sit motionless.
One fly represents worries and fears about the future, and the other about the past.
When both are still, the inner peace that is here—we could call that presence.
It’s a great metaphor, I have to admit, but right now there really are two actual physical flies in the room with me and their buzzing is making my mind look for solutions. I will get up and trap one of them under glass, slide an old postcard under the glass and let it go in the garden.
I’ll come back and go through the process again.
They’ve fallen silent.
Maybe tuning in to the plan.
My guess is they’ll both be happier when set free.
Worries about the past sailing off who knows where.
Concerns about the future sailing off into the blue.
Will they travel together or go their individual ways?
What does it matter to me?
When peace is here.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey