Who doesn’t love a courtyard? (Except, perhaps, people on trial.). I, however, on this beautiful day am not on trial at all. Even my inner voices have chosen not to accuse or depose me.
“Where were you on the night of June 11th, 2019, and why?” “Who can vouch for you?”
“What have you left undone that you might have done? Could have done? Should have done?”
Today, there are no loud voices in my head. Only awareness. I am practicing being silent and aware, without agendas or future needs or wants taking over my head space.
And today I am captivated by the shadow under the bright orange ceramic planter. The planter is centered on a bistro table of blue mosaic tile centered in my courtyard. I look at the shadow for a long time. I am aware of the breeze moving the mesquite tree branches overhead. And then it hits me.
The Wind, of all the elements, by itself has no shadow. Earth casts a shadow when it forms an eclipse. Water casts a shadow in fountains or waves that are about to break. Fire casts a shadow, eerie though it is. Yet the Wind, unless aided by the Water in clouds, has no shadow.
I don’t quite know what to make of this. Being mostly Wind and Fire elementally, with some Water and very little Earth, I wonder if this is why I have been so bound to own properties.
“Real.” “Estate.” As it were. Anchoring places for me to land or pass through…redecorate or improve, or even “flip” in the days when flipping was all the rage. My rage?
I wonder sometimes if I’ll be remembered. I suppose we all wonder that, in our own ways. Take the Pyramids, for example. Or named hospital buildings. Or street names. Or monuments.
If the Wind casts no shadow, can one say it was ever really here?
I will leave you to ponder this question with me, for I have not the answer. Why does the Wind have no shadow? And more importantly, what is yours?