January 2, 2020
“He leadeth me beside the still waters.”
– Psalm 23:2b, JPS 1917 Tanach
While I am here, visiting my mother in Florida, I am able to partake of the quietude, sitting out on the screened patio, facing a small pond. The pond is bordered by the rear patios of other homes; there are also many palm trees. Wildlife abounds, mostly in the form of different types of birds. G-d’s creatures lend to an atmosphere akin to what I would refer to as the natural pace of life, providing for optimal reflection on the ordinary, extraordinary, and profound.
After services this morning, I washed the dishes left over from breakfast, made a cup of tea for myself, and ate a mid-morning snack of two rice cake squares with soy cream cheese; admittedly so, not necessarily in that order. Then, as I sat out on the patio, I noticed that there were no signs of wildlife; so, I began to watch the still surface of the pond for a unique type of aquatic bird that I like to refer to as “Loch Ness duck.” This is because I usually only catch a glimpse of the bird’s neck and head, appearing briefly above the surface.
As I was actually watching for this creature, I began to wonder what compelled me to do so for almost ten minutes. I realized that I myself was unsettled in spirit, as if I was trying to distract myself by waiting to see Loch Ness Duck. In other words, this type of accidental meditation was not a calm, serene, reflective type of waiting; rather, I was motivated by an expectation that did not transpire. Only now as I write on the same patio, am I beginning to reach homeostasis, wherein I feel recollected.