RRRR…RRRR…sound of mowing machine already at 7 am. Well is Tuesday and the most of the people are up in these apartments. But still, not my favourite sound for any morning during the week. I keep looking through the window down the busy streets. I can see birds flying under my window, and mosquito trying to get through my glass. How they can come so high and they don’t get tired? 6th floor and here they are. I suppose their journey take few days and they rest and feed on the floors under mine. For sure uninvited guests, who really suck my blood and I give them a applause trying to catch them.
My eyes are moving toward the street under my window. A car is turning into this street. First it slow down to avoid an open rubbish bin. Then it slow down again because of two grandmothers holding each other under the arms walking very, very slow on the street. After avoiding them, a car has to stop because of the dog, wondering around the street. Yes everything and everybody is on the street, because footpath is busy by parked cars. 10 meters of driving so much happening for a driver! How many impulses he got just to take a ride with the car. How many loud monologues in the car he had! Indeed he even didn’t start with all “I have to” for today.
From my bird perspective a scenario on the street looks like from the funny movie. Yes, always funny when you are not in the car and always not funny when you are in the car.
How many signs to slow down I get and I don’t see them. To slow down with my mind not just with my body. Im still learning. Im learning often with my father when he is driving me. He always find apologies for everybody on the street. And not just apologies, but apologies with a humour. He will make out excuses for others. Lets say: you see now we have to slow down because this guy front of us is dancing too much left and right, who knows what in his mind? … For pedestrians always stop further away so you don’t scare them being to close, special small children and old people…. Just take your time gandpa, even stick, doesn’t help you to get faster…Look at this house, very nice colour…. . Now we will turn right here, because we will avoid a traffic and its nice street to drive down. I will show you a garden which I think its very beautiful. ….Then he will tell me a joke, or if he hear a song on the radio he will start singing. And yes always some lollies are in the car to taste them. I realise after years he enjoy his senses fully while he is driving and he share his enjoyment with others in the car. For sure with my father I have to jump in the car earlier, because its so much happening on the way before I get where I want it. If he wait in the car for me, he always has some newspaper to read or he take a short nap. When he open his eyes I can hear: and now its time for a coffee. I think Yoga through my day in the car I learned the most from my father and I have need, not a wish, to share this with you. Maybe, slowing down, opening our senses can help us to know, we can choose to drive safer and with more enjoyment, because driving is also a journey not just a destination. Yes, same as a life.