I knew who you were when we first met. I was in shoes, street shoes, and you told me later that you thought I danced jerkily and that was okay because jerky was a style in and as of itself, but I wore tango shoes the next time and you were drunk and you thought holy moly this guy can dance smooth. You laughed a lot in our dances, and you said that you had no idea what your feet were doing, and I said me neither. That made you laugh harder. I asked you if you had done something to have your chakras re-aligned, and you smiled in that way you do and you said that you knew I got it. That made me feel connected and spiritually knowledgeable even though I had no idea what it meant to align chakras. You said it felt like it had been helicoptering around and when it came home you felt like you'd found you, and I smiled and said I understood. We had these misunderstandings and projections on each other but I can't seem to find the strength to remember or write them down. After you wer...
It's terrifying to see two Asian kids grinning at you across the street, flossing their hips in tandem Maybe they know something I don't. So I crossed the street and sat down by the tree next to them for some brunch. The two kids seemed happy, mostly fooling around and playing with each other. When all of a sudden, an older lady (mom?) came over and started yelling at the younger boy. He looked mortified, confused, and was guiltily trying to hang on to the sense of joy he still had earlier. And the older boy just went over to hug the older lady. A hug was all it took. They conversed a little more, before the lady left. The older boy sat down, exhausted, while the younger boy played with his fingers. These Asian boys are on to something.
Curious, a slow Tuesday afternoon with - suddenly - nothing to do. Do, what a word, as though the act of doing is linked to the act of being. As we so often say - I'm going to do laundry, and I'm going to do grocery shopping, to do up my online site, do this, do that. Instead of waking up and saying: Today, I'll be happy. Today is the day I'll be grateful, I'll be zen. And so? Perhaps today I shall do being, I shall do up a list of being grateful. Sunlight. I am grateful for you the Sun, in all your splendor and magnificence. An orb on high that shines and gives us the gift of rays of warmth, a dying star that emits such radiance that us at such a distance away still feel the licks of solar flares 8 minutes after they emerged. I'm grateful for the call of reality, of the presence it brings to the street, for the scrunch of our face when we face the sun that inevitably turns into a smile, because, perhaps a stranger mistook the scrunch for a smile and as we know...
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