New eyes (and focus) from a wasp nose-landing



An image from the book The Wizard of Oz illustrated by Lisbeth Zwerger. The book is a retelling of L. Frank Baum’s original story. Found on Brain Pickings.


I’m sapped. Outta gas and ready to drop.

It’s not physical fatigue. (Well, maybe a little.) I’m mentally spent. I should right this minute take a flying leap into the bed to rest this weariness, but I’m charged up up up as in oh-I-just-got-a-juicy-aha.

So here I am tap tap typing.

What is it now?

My active, alert, awake, apperceptive nineteen month-old Grandson is a wasp.

Yes, a wasp.

Oh gee. How do I explain this? (No, he doesn’t sting.)

When I’m with him, when he’s in my care, he’s like a wasp in the room. I go on high alert. Owl-eye alert. I’m awake and focused. Just like the time a wasp flew into our home and stayed a few days before it flew out. (That was some of my finest being present practice.)

This is how my aha unfolds:

I’m in the car listening to Pema Chödrön’s Walking the Walk talk. It’s from a weekend retreat at the Omega Institute in Rhinebeck, NY. This part grabs my attention: she says the mind has an inherent ability to focus, to be present and know what’s happening.

Inherent? Oh really.

When I meditate, the tendency is that active mind leaves my mantra and goes off questioning an article about kale causing hypothyroidism or wondering what kind of snail it was I saw crawling up the screen.

And then Pema offers an example of what she means by inherent.

“Take tooth brushing,” she says. “I can brush and brush, froth it up, and all of a sudden I’m off thinking about something else. But what if I have an infected tooth? I’d be pretty attentive while brushing.”

There’s the inherent ability. (Thank you pain.)

I’m enraptured. Enchanted and believing in my potential.

Okay. So I’m still listening. And just after she tells that part about the inherent strength of the mind, a wasp lands briefly on her nose. Out of the blue!

“Hello wasp. Who are you?” she asks, and then, “Darling, it won’t be so funny if you sting me.”

I notice by the intonation in her voice that she becomes totally focused on that wasp. I can feel her heightened awareness in the sound waves. (I’m positive she gets that it’s a synchronistic explanatory gift.)

And then it’s my turn.

I’m sitting in a chair near the pool. My gaze focuses on Grandson who walks the organic-shaped perimeter edge. Around once. And then again with a pause on the deep end side. (He cannot swim on his own yet. Close, but if he fell in unwatched, uh oh.)

He turns and faces the pool as a diver does, toes curled slightly over the coping and bends his elbows, raises his eyebrows, and stoops a bit.

(I remain in my chair. But, yes you guessed it: owl-eyes, quiet mind.)

He watches the pool vacuum slowly sweep the bottom and inch up the sidewall. His heightened awareness brings forth a deeper squat, a malasana stance that balances his lean. His eyes follow the graze of the brush.

An upward swoop over and down moves Grandson two steps sideways.

And it begins again, with both of us, yes, yes, yes—accessing our inherent ability to be with what is happening.

That’s when I notice a few things.

One.

I’m at full attention. It would be dangerous not to be. (Fear is one way to bring about the being present thing.) I’ve never seen a pool pump move so beautifully.

Two.

He’s at full attention. He’s with that brushing activity as if he’s been strengthening his mind to be present for eternity.

Three.

I know without a doubt that my Grandson is a tremendous teacher.

He is (almost) always fully attentive. (Need another example? As he studies my Dyson, putting on and taking off its attachments, he pauses when he hears the air conditioner intake, turns his face upward, points at the duct and smiles as if he just heard Leonard Cohen sing Hallelujah live.)

I can learn from him how to be and see.

Pema reminds me that it’s hard for us (for me) to be still and focus. I’m trained to be distracted and have decades of practice: checking email, Facebook, Pinterest, texting, talking on my cell phone. There are many ways I check out. 

It’s an understatement to say that resisting distraction and strengthening inherent mind qualities takes effort. Energizing and exhausting effort.

I want to resist distraction. How? 

Meditation is one way. Being with Grandson is another. He brings me back to my wakeful resource. Here and now. 

Being present and with what's happening brings a lot of wonder into my life. I'm calling this wonderment a wasp-beckon. 

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