Depths and Layers
It’s a beautiful morning. It finally feels like autumn is beginning to whisper its chilly mystery into the air. Yesterday morning I wore a tank dress as I sat on my deck sipping latte. This morning, I’m snuggled in a fleece jacket. Same task. Different adventure.
The morning sunshine is filtering through the leafy trees; my view is dappled with light and shadow, and I feel very much like I’m inside of one of Monet’s paintings. I watch a few yellow leaves leap from the surrounding green – leaving their verdant tree homes as a symbol of the ultimate sacrifice – giving up their life so that new life will be able to begin again in the spring. Autumn and spring, my favorite seasons. Change. Renewal. A chance to begin anew.
I see a beautiful hawk, flying low. To my surprise, the hawk lands on the deck railing just fifteen feet away from where I’m sitting. The bird is beautiful – a magnificent marvel. I reach for my phone to capture this moment in a picture. Before I’ve gotten the camera ap open, the hawk leans forward, squirts out some poop, and flies away again. I swear it turned its head and looked me right in the eye before taking flight.
Everything happened quickly, and I did not get the picture — on my camera, anyway. I think the mental picture will stick around with me for a while. I’m chuckling to myself and still enjoying this beautiful morning. You can’t, as the expression goes, make this shit up. Well of course – you <em>can</em> – but it’s much funnier when it occurs on its own.
Should I think of it as a magnificent moment spoiled? Of course not. Having the hawk so near and still was indeed an awe-inspiring moment of splendor. Followed by a humbling chuckle of pure comedy. So it was a grand moment of glory. And a silly moment of hilarity. Simultaneously.
The experience reminded me that all of life’s moments contain a depth of experience and meaning. We don’t have just stagnant single thoughts and emotions. We are not two dimensional creatures (and obviously, hawks aren’t either). To fully experience life, we need to dig into the different (and sometimes opposing) layers and find that unique sweet spot where it all comes together. This can’t be expressed by words. Or if it can, I haven’t yet discovered the way to do it.
<strong><u>Acting on the lesson learned</u></strong>: when preparing for or performing a role, remember to feel all the layers. Even if the words can’t express the multitude of dimension, the eyes and micro-expressions will convey them if the feelings are genuine. And voila, the character has depth and a soul.
My <strong>twitter haiku*</strong> for today’s experience:
Fifteen feet away
Hawk alights on deck rail, then:
Well – howdy doody
*To read more of my twitter haiku, search #lynneashehaiku and #lynneashedailyhaiku