I thought it was going to be yet another common morning. I was standing on my back deck looking at my backyard world, drinking semi-warm coffee, and thinking about stuff. I realized how much bigger my kitchen was when the back door was opened completely to my deck. The back door being open in such a way is quite a common occurrence, but never had I seen it in such a way. It was a clear way of seeing something exactly as it is in relation to oneself. A bit like drawing.
The air smelled so fresh. I find that remarkable considering I live right next to a major highway. The fresh morning was seasoned with Erin's "Live Pink Floyd tape" playing in the background mixed with the sizzle of chicken cooking for my first meal of the day. The days start a bit later than they used to, and I am completely fine with that.
I was in harmony with my surroundings and was sinking into an unexpected calm awareness.
That is when the fly buzzed by me. It came closer to me than It needed to as it invaded my kitchen. I knew right then the fly was screwing with me big time. I watched it as it somewhat leisurely fly by me into the kitchen. It did not realize I was coming for it. Insect versus man was about to become MAIN stage. It was surprisingly easy to cut the fly off. The problem was getting the fly back outdoors. That has always been the problem for humanity, how to keep the damn flies out. In this case however, I had the fly's number. I guided the fly, step by step by step by cut by angle by quickness by intuition from the kitchen back outside. I made sure the fly was gone, had left, was nowhere to be seen, vamoose.
It was beautiful for a second, until the wasp came calling. It was flying fast and was heading right towards me and my kitchen. My instinct was to slam the door shut. Instead, I stood my ground. The wasp made a cut to the right to veer around me and gain access to the great indoors. I calmly yet quickly lifted my hand and blocked it's path. The wasp quickly reversed and tried to pass me on the left. I was already there. My left hand succeeded like my right in walling off the now frustrated insect. It was a series of 5 or 6 quick "hands versus wasp" moments that eventually backed the insect off. As it moved back I moved forward and calmly guided the wasp past the open screen door to new and different adventures (away from my kitchen). It was quite an amazing morning. I wonder what insect invasion tomorrow will bring?