Grubs, Soap And Cell PhonesDecember 26, 2013 - Author: newscoma
In a society where we constantly react, it seems to me we have lost the ability to absorb what is in front of our own two eyes. There is so much stimulation going on in our lives from the constant pings of our cell phones to the latest celebrity train wreck that we forget the basics. I’m as guilty as anyone, yet this holiday I spent a lot of time alone. It was good though as I had a lot of time to reflect on this past year to what is to come as I head toward 50. (It’s coming.) We all have our paths to walk and the journey usually is taken alone. It is the way it has always been. We walk alone yet we find interesting people and painted hills of green and blue while we are on our odyssey.
While everyone is yelling about a War on Christmas (which I have never seen as it appears that Bing Crosby threw up a White Christmas at my house) or Duck Dynasty, there was a child that lost a father, a mother who lost a son, a holiday spent in a hospital, a new love filled with possibilities, a lost soul seeking answers without knowing the questions and fire mixed with ice.
My grandfather did not have running water when he was growing up. I woke up this morning and had a glass of water that I didn’t have to go fetch from a well. When I think about this at its very core. I did not have to get up before dawn to harvest cotton fields by hand.
I’m lucky indeed.
There are people much less fortunate. You see, we are heroes to some, villains to others but the bottom line is that mainly we sit somewhere in the middle. We are pleasant or annoying diversions to people we meet who then go about their day wondering what they want to watch on TV when they get home. Yet there are times that each and every single one of us want our voices, whether it is quiet or a loud roar of raw pain, to be heard. Listening and absorbing everything, we grow and we find solace and empathy. Everyone want to be heard through the billowing noise of daily life.
It’s human nature.
I’ve thought about experiencing things that are joyful if we are can’t absorb the beauty of not only the magnificent, but the mundane. Life is not always filled with feelings of being buried in dirt covered in grubs, there are also times of exquisite understanding with the welcome wind in our hair as we had on our first solo bike ride when we were children. We are missing both of those things.
We all have bones in our closet. Everyone does, but there is a balance. I need to remember this. Creating a soap opera to drink from the drama only leads to your mouth tasting like soap.
Comments are closed - Categories: Tennessee