Life is noisy. In the beginning,
were amoebae saying, “What’s all that racket?!” as each new species
emerged on the planet? I bet they were. This spring we had a colony birds in
our backyard that kept me up to the point that I was ready to buy a shotgun.
The rosiest of shades were no match for this band of 3 a.m. squawkers! The only
bright side was that some dear soul invented foam plugs which I promptly
stuffed into my ears and cursed the bird gods for not getting this one right.
It’s not easy to tune things out.
The next morning, I grabbed my
coffee and the dog and headed out for my morning walk. In the early morning
light, the noises that were my nemesis just a few hours before became music to
my ears. Even the loudest squawker! I decided, if this were an orchestra, he’d
be the oboe. There were caw-caws and cute little high-pitched chirpers; ducks
and blue heron; and some of the happy noises were coming from squirrels running
around in the trees. Which then helped me tune into the palm fronds rustling in
the breeze, making a song all their own. Tuning in a little more, there
was the crunch of the sticks and acorns under my feet, and the gentle smack of
my flip flops recording the rhythm of my steps. Far in the distance the hum of
motors on the highway, and even more man-made rumblings: planes in the sky; an
urgent siren in the distance. I walk the dog every morning and never pay
attention to the sounds. I’m too lost in my own thoughts to notice what is
right around me most of the time. On that morning walk, I didn’t think about
anything but the individual sounds. It was a form of meditation because I was
just present with the sounds and nothing else at the moment. And I realized
that this is a choice. I can choose to tune in and in doing so actually am
tuning out as well.
Think about all of sounds vying for
our attention on a daily basis: family, work, advertisers, politicians, cable
news!!, TV shows, books, movies, ideas…. This attempted colonization of our
consciousness is constant, but we are not defenseless. We can decide who or
what gets our attention. That is power! Naturally circumstances predict how
easy or difficult this may be. But the fact remains that our reaction to all
things is a choice. The inspiration for Rosey Shades and this column (over 15
years ago!) was the onslaught of the 24 hour news cycle, which, at the time,
was new. I was so tired of constant negativity that I thought about wearing
rose colored glasses all the time. The contest for our attention from the media
has only gotten more severe, but the fact that you are even reading this
article now in the Happy Herald speaks volumes about the choices you make. I’m
glad you took some time out to look at the Bright Side today!
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