My meditation sessions are sometimes blissful, sometimes chaotic, sometimes going absolutely nowhere. They are also sometimes insightful, flashing against my mind creative or spiritual ideas that I want to write down but have to mindfully, and painfully, wait until the end of the meditation to do so.
Sometimes these flashing ideas, however novel, are very absurd, and I can’t help but burst into laughter at their absurdity. Like this morning, when my mind found an interesting angle on the problem of “the weather.” Here’s is its take on it:
What would it be like if there was no weather? (Obviously my mind isn’t concerned about the physics of the whole thing.) How would that affect our daily conversations which quite often begin and end with the weather? It seems the weather is both the arrivals and departures gates for any friendly conversation. Whether the weather is good or bad, it’s always good for our conversations. Without the weather, probably we’d be left with a lot of bald patches and awkward silences in our communication; it is an additive that is unavoidable even in formal meetings. Weather is like the social lubricator booze of the parties.
It’s just that we don’t realize to what extend we take the weather for granted. It could even be the most effective, fast-acting medicine for social anxiety. Yes, issues such as climate change and global warming are definitely important and worth the discussion. But is that all the weather is about! No! The weather is our bread and butter in social interactions. Maybe we need a weather appreciation day where we don’t just use it as a filler and a secondary matter but really and authentically talk about the weather, as if it actually matters to us. And who says it doesn’t! Maybe we need to pay attention to what’s under the weather, or who’s under the weather.
Well, that brings me to the psychological issue here. In my childish imagination I always liked to view the climate as something like feelings; so weather to the Earth is like feelings to humans. And we are all aware of the impacts of the weather on our moods and even actions.
So, is our frequent references to the weather in our daily conversations really our subluminal way of trying to open up to others and talking about our feelings? Are the small-talks about the weather our inner cry for establishing a deeper, more vulnerable connection with “the other.” After all, the weather is the only constantly changing factor that we have in common, something we are eternally in touch with until we die.
Is it that we really want to break open and talk about the inner climate but don’t know how, and instead use the outer climate as symbolic references to what’s inside? Isn’t that what mythology was about: to project the dynamics of the human soul onto the forces of nature! Maybe our small-talks about the weather are remnants of this old-age attitude or natural projection.
So what would we do without the weather? Maybe we would actually talk about our feelings, that we are raining and cold, that we got wind and alarmed for the coming of a storm, or that we are sunny and want to shine and share our warmth!
Really, what would we do without the weather!
Thank you weather!