Little pieces of paper

Little pieces of paper are sprinkled throughout my days.

I tend to note instructions as I have the hardest time remembering them, let alone understanding them. So I write them down on little pieces of paper: a childlike drawn map of the way to an appointment, the exact address, the items I need to get at the market, the recipe for a dish, the instructions for the rice cooker, and so on…

Mind you, I have been making crêpes for decades and yet, every time I make the dough, I have to check my little recipe notebook and keep it open until I am done.

Maybe it is why I prefer to walk quietly in a forest with no particular purpose, rather than go to an appointment; or cook a dish that relies on an acute sense of smell and a love of colours, rather than measurements.

Everyday I use tricks to pretend I can follow instructions, little pieces of paper tucked inside my pocket.

But life… it comes without instructions and I have no pieces of paper to help me. There is no “mode d’emploi.”

So I also use tricks to pretend I am here, that I understand what others tell me, that I relate to them even if I am often baffled by the hollowness of it all. Accompany me one day to pick-up my son from school, and drop on a parents’ conversation, you may then understand. So I just smile, say a few insipid words and check the door to see if my son is coming out. The same applies to most situations.

Some may think it is sad to be so exiled from the world, to fail to be engaged in social niceties. I admit it has its downside.

And yet most of the time, I find that to be absent from the world is a blessing. Silence and solitude are most comforting when you consider the amount of absurdities that surrounds us on a daily basis. My absence takes away nothing from the world; and it enables me to see the details that often go unoticed and, at times, have some of the most enlightened exchanges with perfect strangers or a dandelion. You know what I mean if you have read my poetry.

So I will remain as I am, taking life one day at a time. I will be the one strolling along museum corridors aware of the discreet light emanating from a painting, or walking down the street aware of the sparrows watching me from a balcony, and also the one standing in line at the supermarket aware that the lady in front of me cried all night.

I will remain quiet and will take in the beautiful and the tragic. Being absent allows it to happen. And then I might write about it on little pieces of paper and come here to share them with you.

Kenza.

6 thoughts on “Little pieces of paper”

  1. Do so resonate with the feelings, patterns, and perspectives behind these words. Thank you for daring to share! Truly it is a most beautiful and tragic time at hand for many beings on the planet.

    If I may I would like to share some words that came to me many years ago:

    Mindlessly wander mindlessly sing
    be mindless, be everything.
    What stands beyond emptiness, what lies beyond care
    mindlessly wonder you might get there.
    You will meet other mindless wanders
    others who have dared, mindlessly wondering open to share.

    Well met!
    jc

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  2. Many people seem to shun isolation and disconnect, and perhaps rightly so for them. For some it is a different matter, and perhaps what appears/feels to be isolation and disconnect to one might be something entirely different to another. Its kind of a going into the darkness to find the light kind of thing or the very thing that seems to create the disconnect is the very thing that enables you to truly connect. What fun, have always enjoyed the play of paradox in our lives.

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