Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal
Or take the medicine doctors prescribe
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon’s mirror,
I can study my face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
disappear. With a spoon
I can dig a tunnel to freedom
spoonful by spoonful of dirt,
or waste life catching moonlight
and flinging it into the blackest night.
– The Spoon by Richard Jones
To tell you the truth I’ve never stopped to think about a spoon as anything other than a utensil used to eat certain foods – in particular soup, a favourite of mine.
It is so easy to limit our thinking and label things in such a way that other possibilities become lost to us. All to often we do this as we go about our every day lives. We get caught up in getting things done as quickly as possible so we work with the familiar, the things we’ve learned along the way, and more often than not we don’t question any of it, especially if it works for us. Sometimes we need to stop, look carefully and ask ourselves what we’re doing, why we’re doing it and explore whether there could be a better solution.
Today I was reminded of the possibility that a spoon could be more than I always think of it as. How many other things in my life does this apply to?
Manifesto
17. Every day look through a new lens.
22. Every day refine, clarify and simplify.
41. Every day use your mind. It is the greatest technology ever created.
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Marica
Liz gave me your site – I am awed by your commitment to do a photo reflection daily – not the photo but the downloading!
I can see you are still the strong wonderful creative and growing person who is ‘my’ Marica.
Dearest Cathy
How I miss you so. Thank you for taking the time to visit, to read and to comment.
I am so touched by your kind words – they mean more than you can imagine.
You have always been such a support and strength to me through the good and the bad.
Mega love and hugs to you.