# The Spill.

> An intention met was no more.

**Published by:** [On The Inside](https://paragraph.com/@ontheinside/)
**Published on:** 2023-08-19
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## Content

The Spill | A sketch by Melanie JaneSubscribe now When you grasp in hand the canister. When you tip it to an angle For liquid to come out. When you pour it toward an opening A stream is flowing now throughout.Do you intend to fill the subject? For all that is poured to go in. What often comes about? Is your intention carried out?If some dripped along the side If some stumbled to the floor If some splattered toward your being What is your reaction to this course?I pulled the sealed door until it opened. The cool now felt amongst my being. I grabbed my water filter Pondered my gratitude for the simple things.I took the filter from its home Lifted it to the countertop. Pushed the door behind me closed. I grabbed my water bottle That I had earlier washed off.Positioned over the kitchen's sink With both subjects hand in hand. I began to pour from one to the other My goal; To fill that reusable bottle in my hand.For a moment all went well. For a moment all was good. The sensation of cooled aluminum Now felt within my hand.Then in an instant something changed. The current's consistency took a shift. What once was going well Now disrupted by a rift.Splatters and splashes. Puddles on the floor. Wet spots on my clothing. An intention met was no more.My hand got slightly confident. Audacious, as it had all been going well. I tried to pour faster And it ended not too well.I would course correct the situation. Lessen the flow of the water's stream. I would finish the bottle filling. Then I would contemplate this happening.It seems odd to pull deep meaning From a water filter and a cup. Yet in that very moment A thought in my mind was stuck.Do we often find ourselves In situations such as this? One moment all is well Next, the course, it takes a shift.Do we find contentment and confidence As we master actions as we go? Then one day push the boundaries End up surprised by the unintended flow?Do things tend to become second nature That we feel we could run them in our sleep? Then when we push ourselves further The things we had mastered do not keep?We then end up with water splattered On the counter and the floor. Our clothes now need to be changed. A reality check to our core.Sure, as humans, we adapt. We course correct along our way. That unintended sidestep Is fixed as we continue throughout the day.We lessen the aggression of the water's stream. We take some foot pressure off of the gas. We communicate our understanding That our attention, it must last.I believe that it can be easy to do this often. To get comfortable and used to the things that I often see. That perhaps I do not notice My pressing of the seams. The ways that I can tend to push the boundaries. Lose sight of gratitude. Step one step too far Control is now vulnerable to lose. There is something about the moment. The moment of the spill. The moment we are checked The realization that we now must course correct.It is humbling in nature. A reminder in our life.For the spill, I am now grateful. For it evokes the reality Of the nature of this life.

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