When we are mindful, we experience the immense detail of the ordinary world. It is a sensuous and intoxicating affair. We take the world and all its detail in through each of our senses.
Joyce Sutphen reminds us that, when we experience the immense detail of the ordinary world, we are like Gulliver in a world we have not experienced before. We have, but living at a breakneck speed can deny us the full, embodied richness of the experience.
When we slow down, we see the world and its detail fully. Seeing is the default sense we experience, but I think as we slow down we more fully experience the world and all its details through all of our senses.
The world and we become richer a richer tapestry textured with the fullness of previously undetectable tastes, fragrances, traces upon skin, and gentle murmurs. Similar to the small child, the world and all its detail are fresh and new. We see, again and nothing is too small for our notice.
Like Gulliver in Brobdingnag, I
swooned to see again the immense
detail of the ordinary world:
the rippling surface of a fingernail,
exactly the color of a horn erupting
through the swirled-hair head of a calf,
the flayed landscape of skin where
catgut, pressing into the finger’s
tip, made a ragged canyon,
the beaten sheen of a silver ring
around the pillared finger,
in its patterned crevices.
Nothing was too tiny for
my hungry eye,
nothing too finely etched.
I had grown weary of smooth
honed perfection, perceived from
a distance. Now, even the smallest
stroke of ink on paper was
deep enough to fold me in.