Thursday, 2 August 2012
finding peace in the world
Chasing the wind running barefoot while
Sunshine warms the undulating hill
children fly kites and old ladies have tea on blankets
Not old ladies - happy ladies with red hats
I smile as I pass them - they are so content to watch
mommies loving their babies and daddies loving their families
There is hot dog man at his cart ringing a bell and laughing with the ice cream man beside him
Lovers line up holding hands at the carts - waiting , and yet not waitning - just "being" and passing the time with idle chatter, stolen kisses and laughter
Mother Nature is happy - there is a man watering flowers and grooming the grass
while babies toddle barefoot - ladies keep watch as they meander the park path
people ride by on bicycles waving -cheerful and sunny people
my heart is singing with the birds who are frolickning in trees and rehearsing love songs
there is a memory of closeness to those people I have lost somewhere and I know they are here dancing with me on the breeze - no regrets - just joy in sharing space and time - somewhere out of space and time
Chasing the wind , running barefoot in the sun, head high, heart smiling
i am choosing to find peace in the world at this very moment
and I invite you dear reader, to add your experience to the story ....
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Like so many times before, I walk past these people on my way home from work. I am oblivious to the pleasures they are enjoying and I, lost in thought, cannot see. Head down... caught up in the mad rush to my destination, going over the list of what needs to be done before days end. 1. shop. 2. take the boys to karate. 3 go the the gym. 4 pick up boys from karate. 5 start dinner. 6 Laundry. 7. dishes. etc. etc. etc. A ball bounces into my path and rolls to a stop before me. I stop, midly annoyed by the distraction until a small blond boy with bouncing curls and soft pink cheeks smiles up at me and picks up his ball. I look around to see if his parents are near by and spy his mother watching. "Wanna play" he asks. I glance at the scene around me and attracting my attention is a woman younger than myself barefoot, running like the wind. She leaps and and performs a Grand jeté with the grace of an accomplished ballerina. Almost like she had wings and could take flight. I cannot remember when I had felt that free. Had taken that much joy in something so simple. Memories flood back and I look to the young boy who still stands before me holding the ball up. I look again to the woman who is now spinning on the spot. arms held out, head looking to the sky.
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