Wenatchee Ferry
The Wenatchee Ferry
It is a quiet morning. The wind has blown in different air. Sitting this morning, the brass wind chime on the porch struck a particularly inviting note. Several moments after the bell I noticed my mind was trying to assign meaning to it. The sound was gone, back to where it came from yet there I was, feebly grasping to it. This time I noticed that there was a small glimpse of silliness. Silly to struggle to make real what is gone. Thinking about the sound sort of denigrated it, made it less than it was. All this is not earth shattering but in a small way points to the mind works. See how the mind works in this microcosm helps to see it try to orchestrate life’s experiences in the larger realm.
“… Sounds are a true picture of the nature of things, We cannot hold onto them. And memory is pale in comparison. Yet there they are in our experience. Direct, they lift us up, yet leave us just instantly.”
