Kaleidoscope

harvested another twenty minutes of sitting tonight.

greeted again by the busy chickens on my way to the tree, their paths following mine toward the tree and then turning to the sandbox as i ascended.

gentle wind on my face as i sat. something in its quality made it feel just like the ocean breezes i grew up with, but the scent was bland, lacking the distinction of saltiness.

worked on my vision tonight, my focus dancing between the expanse of my peripheral vision to the left, right, top, and bottom of my visual field and my running list of things that need doing.

i was surprised at how easily i was able to reclaim my focus and direct it again toward my vision. as i gradually combined my awareness of all the edges of my visual field so that i was focusing attention on all of them at once, not focusing on any one point as we tend to do in daily life, the scene before me changed. first it appeared as a kaleidoscope, divisions of triangles and trapezoids in the pine branches and needles and sky. then it appeared to me as a collage that slowly became three-dimensional, each small movement of my breathing revealing the depth of the vision, the images beyond the images. every space formed by crossing branches - ten thousand bits of sky held between tiny pine branches and twigs - formed a piece of the artwork.