blowing a whistle in an empty field

Outrageous Coach

A tree falling in the forest, one hand clapping, a bell ringing in an empty sky…all these zen descriptions of what might be effort that remains unknown.

How about something human scale like blowing a whistle in an empty field?

Blowing a whistle in an empty field…face turning red from the exertion, lungs burning, just this shy of passing out…and still blowing on…filling up the space with a sound no one will hear.

If you look up whistleblower, you’ll find out that it’s a pretty heavy term…bringing something to light that’s not right is a dangerous thing to do.

But what happens if your head is so full of paranoia and conspiracy that everything you see holds “something that’s not right”?

I remember the movie Conspiracy Theory with Mel Gibson…turned out to be a pretty straight ahead thriller by the time we got into the movie a ways…but early on it  was hilarious how deeply he was into every conspiracy under the sun.

It was hilarious in the movie.

I don’t know that I’m not just another noisy “whistleblower”…tweeting and tooting, wheezing and warbling ( I found a thesaurus) about all the other whistling fools out in the world…buying up cases of Windex so I can make sure that the walls of my glass castle gleam.

I’ve always believed that we find what we look for (see an earlier post called “what kind of people”)….so I guess it’s not hard to understand when bad luck and bad people seem to surround certain people.

Maybe it’s time to sit down for a minute…put the whistle away for a while…and catch our breaths.

The world’s a pretty good place still as far as I can tell.

I’m just sayin’.

 

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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