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Monday, May 21st, 2012
Blogs | Sociology of Sheena
Peacocks | I don’t think we’re on Wall Street anymore
My silent retreat at the Dervish Center has physically come to an end. My time there was rejuvenating, inspirational and full of stillness. I look forward to sharing my thoughts & experiences, my photography and videography as well as some of my doodles & discoveries.
As I reintegrate myself back into life and Wall Street and stage manager booths and stillettos heels as I learn new pole tricks, I will come back to this space as well.
One of my favorite moments throughout my time at the Dervish Center was the ability to have intimate, close relationships with the peacocks in terms of proximity. They walked right beside us.Â It was incredible. I would watch them for long periods of time. That’s all I did.
I didn’t think about anything. I didn’t go through my to do list. I didn’t make notes. Most often, I didn’t even take pictures. I would just take five minutes to watch the peacock clean his feathers or walk up the stairs or turn his neck this way and that. It was beautiful, peaceful and oh so very zen.
One I turned down the path and there were two teenage boy peacocks in full bloom having a conversation with each other. I remember thinking, “I’m not on Wall Street right now. This most definitely isn’t a pigeon!”
Today, I challenge you to find a marvel, whether it be a flower, a raindrop or a book. Bask in stillness in its uniqueness. Simply, be present with the marvel. Even if the marvel is your own reflection, a red velvet cupcake or perhaps you’ll happen upon a peacock, like I did.