I hope you do that -- capture one small thing and share it with us. In a way, this a gratitude practice, of sorts. That stopping and noticing, will get us stopping and noticing, and stopping and noticing will have us begin to be more present and thankful for all the small moments and bits of split coffee around us. Love this idea, Vipul.
Seeing art, or a story, a life, behind or in front of random things is a gift more of us should witness in order to expand our view from our own lives into others. Words like Empathy and Commiseration require flexing to keep lithe.
Very nice, Vipul! Slowing down and paying attention, not only to what one sees, but all the processes of mind that engage in response to that perception; this kind of practice, for me anyway, has made all the difference.
By coincidence, I explore my own response to "messiness" in my post coming out Tuesday morning.
If a banana duct-taped to a wall can be called art and sell for millions at auction, I guess so can spilt coffee. But man!!! Why didn’t that artist at least pick up the cup and lid and throw it away? One man’s trash is another man’s…oh never-mind.
I loved the notion of perceiving anew these physically left-over remnants (spilt coffee, cigarette butts, hotdog wrappers blowing in the wind on a NYC sidewalk, etc) as snippets of a life interrupted. Makes one see ordinary things in new ways (which is why the Dyer quote you reference has been so important to me. Same with Ram Dass’ quote: “Everywhere you look, you see what you are looking for. When you look for god, everywhere you look, you see god.” I guess it applies to spilt coffee, cups, and lids too. Oops, I mean that work of art.
I hope you do that -- capture one small thing and share it with us. In a way, this a gratitude practice, of sorts. That stopping and noticing, will get us stopping and noticing, and stopping and noticing will have us begin to be more present and thankful for all the small moments and bits of split coffee around us. Love this idea, Vipul.
I love the idea of collecting one "messy" thing every week that might otherwise go unnoticed, and turn it into art...
Mess is perfection in disguise - I love this. Thanks Vipul.
Please do— make it a habit.
Seeing art, or a story, a life, behind or in front of random things is a gift more of us should witness in order to expand our view from our own lives into others. Words like Empathy and Commiseration require flexing to keep lithe.
Very nice, Vipul! Slowing down and paying attention, not only to what one sees, but all the processes of mind that engage in response to that perception; this kind of practice, for me anyway, has made all the difference.
By coincidence, I explore my own response to "messiness" in my post coming out Tuesday morning.
Nice work, Vipul!!
But I’ll still be the one to pick up the trash and throw it away properly. Maybe that’s MY art.
If a banana duct-taped to a wall can be called art and sell for millions at auction, I guess so can spilt coffee. But man!!! Why didn’t that artist at least pick up the cup and lid and throw it away? One man’s trash is another man’s…oh never-mind.
I loved the notion of perceiving anew these physically left-over remnants (spilt coffee, cigarette butts, hotdog wrappers blowing in the wind on a NYC sidewalk, etc) as snippets of a life interrupted. Makes one see ordinary things in new ways (which is why the Dyer quote you reference has been so important to me. Same with Ram Dass’ quote: “Everywhere you look, you see what you are looking for. When you look for god, everywhere you look, you see god.” I guess it applies to spilt coffee, cups, and lids too. Oops, I mean that work of art.