Little fly
Okay–I’m on this silent retreat and I shouldn’t even be writing this, but what the hey.
So I’m sitting in the meditation hall today and this small house fly lands on my hand. It puts its little proboscis down onto me. I can feel it going a little into my flesh. Yuck. And ouch! So after a few seconds I wave it off.
Of course everything I’ve said about the neighbor comes flooding into my mind. Not to mention Ash’s post on Blake’s fly. And lo, my thoughtless hand has indeed brushed it away…
So luckily this fly doesn’t take no for an answer and back it comes. Same procedure. Ouch! This time I just let her or him get on with it. Suck away, fly. I mean after all I’m in a Buddhist retreat for goodness’ sakes.
So then this fly just rests on my hand for about ten minutes, washing her or his little head with those front legs. I frightened her or him off when I rubbed my nose with my other hand.
Just a little interspecies contact for you.
