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Focus
Attending to the small twitter and tweets of birds perching at the black soil, hopping along the emerald
green grass sparkling with dew, shimmering in the sunlight, absorbing the warmth of the rays of light that
poke through the smoky clouds of white fog that wisp along the horizon, rolling over the sculpted earth
pilled with homes of red brick and gray cement, designed by the hands of man who no longer views his creation
that now persists through the elements of nature to promote the survival of humanity.
The small fibers of wire that pulsate from towering poles of nutmeg brown wood, draped with black cables,
which offer comfort. Connecting the mammoth power plants to my own dwelling thru small round sockets covered
with 3 tiny holes that fosters the glowing lights and vibrating sounds of music, reaching the microscopic fibers
of my ears, the cones and rods of my eye, pulsating sensory stimulation. Chemical trace the nerves fibers in my body,
releasing hormones of emotions that fill my mind and race through my heart. Energy fields radiating from billions
of neurons, organized in pathways and systems, charged with electrical associations, sending messages through
my body.
My consciousness is transfixed with attention, as I place my hand on the faucet as frosty cold rushing water
flows over my skin, leaving tiny muscle tensing and erecting bumps along my flesh, which stirs my being.
I’m an independent actor and beyond control over how much of my body responds to the endless stream of information
that is taken in through my senses. The spiritual core of my consciousness is fluid, formless, and flowing without
content, turning the water wheel deep inside, springing forth rhythmic patterns reaching the depth of my being,
an oceanic feeling. I feel small in such a complex cycle, but at the center of it all.
Change
Last night amid the gray slab clouds, the sky opened up and threw pellets of ice hailing down to earth.
Peas of frozen rain clinking and clanging on rooftops, strobes of energy appear as flashes of lightening,
brightening the night for a split second in a pale white light, while biblical downpours of rain rushing
down along the surface of the shelter where I sit dry and safe. The slam of thunder rattles cars and homes,
alarms erupt in the muffled sound of water cascading with the rush of gravity. Like some never ending waterfalls
that spills over the city, washing the black littered asphalt streets clean, as streams emerge around the curbs
forming ponds of water that splash through the air as cars zoom by with the wipers furiously beating back and forth.
The wind gusts full of millions of raindrops only visible in the streetlights of amber as the water rises and
falls like waves in the ocean. The drops combine to flood the shore, to shape the soil, feeding the earth,
coloring the grass with a glimmering luster that yields to a bright emerald. As the new morning light dawns
over the chimney smoke high above and each blade of green pokes up ever higher, jabbing out of the ground
like the whiskers on my face. The cool air licks at my skin and forces the tiny hairs on my arm to stand
at attention as the muscles tighten and bumps crawl over me.
The energy in the air as the storm passes, reminds me that all forces are part of a greater whole.
The electricity in my mind is shared with the lightening bolting across the sky and with rays of the golden sun.
The sockets that offer light to my home are shared with the titanic generators that spin current out. Energy
is not created or destroyed, just arises in different forms of potential. We are links to each other through
shared experiences. We are all laced together through the common field of electricity that permeates across
the universe, viewed for an instant as the mighty Zeus throws a bolt of light down from the heavens,
never striking the same place twice. The fury of nature, promotes survival, the need for adaptation,
challenging life to endure. The small forces and drops of rain shape us like a boulder in a stream.
We are molded by these external forces and seek meaning through introspection. Reflecting on change,
as the weather converges on it’s celestial path and we become distanced from the sun. So the leaves
fade and the colors dazzle the ground and blow through the streets with a crisp crunch below my feet
and all that I can foresee is the rise and fall of the sun, connecting me to the enduring cycle of change.
Aaron Karmin is a Licensed Clinical Professional Counselor (LCPC) in
the state of Illinois. He attended the State University of New York at
Stony Brook and received a B.A. in Psychology and Sociology. He earned
his M.A. in Clinical Professional Psychology and an Advanced
Certification in Stress Management from Roosevelt University in Chicago,
IL. Aaron has provided individual and group therapy for the past 6
years. In addition, he has given numerous lectures on relaxation, goal
setting, and communication skills. Aaron has traveled extensively
through: Egypt, Japan, Turkey, Europe, and Alaska. He recognizes the
need for flexibility and creativity to address the mind and body.
Email: Aaron Karmin
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