A Little Thing How can we, as individuals, make this world of ours a better place? This world where it is so easy to be overwhelmed with suffering and confusion? By focusing on the little things. Walking along, I noticed how the blackberry bushes were exploding. Arcing, thorned tendrils sprang out from nearby foliage and covered the ground. Almost as thick as your wrist, seemingly alien in nature. I walked around each one, careful not to break any underfoot. Then I stopped. I stopped to think. And listen. And feel. The littlest intuitions. This was a common area, I reasoned. Due to the high volume of people traversing this path, it was inevitable there would be conflict: Torn clothing. Ripped flesh. Cursing. Broken, bent tendrils. Squandered fruit. Disharmony. I doubled-back, revisiting each pathway-intruder I had previously walked around. With both hands, I clasped pointer finger to thumb over a tiny patch of tendril free of thorns, and played with physics. First lifting up as high as I could, mindful of any foliage restrictions which could cause snapping. I then repositioned the alien vines in amongst other foliage which would hold it in place and encourage growth in a new direction away from the pathway. Satisfied, my work completed, I walked away without pride. I had only done what felt right in my heart. It was the littlest thing. ~
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 05:26:04 +0000