Breathing
Mums sit neatly. My breath, like the wind, Weather of a soul, from me, a lump sucking air from this room.
This morning, I found myself just breathing at some potted Mums and felt like a pervert.
Poor things.
Things I Personify
Plants, fruits, and veggies in shops
I am mostly aware of my thought process while evaluating my selections and then curious about it. I try not to evaluate my produce, I don’t search for some artificial perfection. Let’s not be so judgy with our produce. Is this personification -maybe not. And look at me calling food mine. Is it?
Plants appear to get more emotional attachment from me those I reject and compare before ultimately deciding to leave behind or bring home with me.
Creatures like cats, dogs, squirrels, raccoons, and bugs. I count legs and mind the location of bugs, in particular, when they are found in my home, and I am not quite sure what to do if they are lingering in my bathtub and obstructing my goals. Will it die if I put it outside? Where did it come from? How do I put it back where it came from?
I don’t like feeling like a predator when they run away from me while I try to relocate them.
Things of interest that are left at the curb or abandoned. Lately, these include a tiny pair of ballet slippers and a vacuum. In the past, standouts have included a very large clown head on someone’s front lawn and an unused chia pet in the form of Bob Ross.
I think
I have thought that this must be a side effect of consciousness. I am certain that this doesn’t technically fall under personification, but here we are.
For me, this might highlight our human dominance and the innate arrogance that can come with it. I think of the devastating impacts and profound responsibilities we have. I think of the mental, spiritual, and ethical exercises we must continue to uphold as humans.
Our ultimate responsibilities are onerous and transcendent.
We are blessed with all we are and can be.
The journey requires some reflection.
Final thoughts
Personification is a curious way to understand what might be impossible and a doorway to assumptions that can lead to misunderstanding facts.
These are things I think of.
All this from a pot of mums.
A Joyful Thing
The Watcher.
I don't know why some people don't like cats (anthropomorphism?), and I don't like people who don't like cats. Judgment is alive and well.
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