I took
my place in line and placed my items on the counter. Another came and stood
behind me. The strength of her sigh was louder than its sound. I know not why
but immediately thought I had done something wrong. I was the source of her
sigh and felt frustration. Less than a minute but the sequence of thoughts and
feelings cascaded over a lifetime of self-judgment. And then the whisper of “Little
One…Oh Little One.” I giggled and derailed the oncoming train wreck of
thoughts. Another giggle, if her presence and energy could so change me, then
perhaps my own could change hers. I turned with a smile and gentle hello, my
eyes reaching into hers. It matters not what happened next. The real story is
not the ending. Except to say, I walked outside on a quilted cloud covered,
dark gray, sunless day…and thought perhaps I needed my sunglasses.
“When all your desires are distilled, you will cast just two
votes: to love more, and be happy.” — Hafiz
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