This blog below is from Oriah House who goes by Oriah now. It speaks of gratitude amidst the harshness of life. And, of course, theres a dandelion in the story, which to me is no surprise whatsoever. I encourage others to subscribe to The Green Bough. Its a great blog that always uplifts. Heres my June 11 copy. Thanks Oriah. Dedicated to Rivera! The Green Bough Take a Walk with Me Posted: 11 Jun 2014 06:00 AM PDT Some days you just have to surrender and let life show you the magic. Monday I was feeling blah- woke up with the migraine Id had the day before. It happens. But I put on my runners and headed out for my brisk morning walk. (Im a little late to the party on this one, having only recently discovered the profound effect that exercising first thing in the day has on mood and metabolism.) I stuck a twenty dollar bill in my pocket, thinking I might go pick up a few things for my post-walk smoothy. I was grumpy about needing to do this (I blame the headache) but as I walked I was lifted as I often am by the beauty of my neighbourhood: the spectacular old maples and oaks; the lilacs still blooming; the kids running and laughing on the way to school; an elderly couple walking arm in arm pushing their granddaughter in a stroller. . . .Life! I was listening Bill Withers singing, Aint No Sunshine, on my earbuds (https://youtube/watch?v=E6emVq0RZec) as I arrived at the grocery store, now smiling and thinking: I love this city, this life, people. Now the shift in my mood was magic enough, but then things started to. . . get weirdly wonderfully. An older woman (ie- a woman my age) who was stacking the produce shelves paused to help me find mint. We found one package but she frowned and took it from me, saying, Wait. She tapped it on her hand and looked closely at the herbs, before announcing, Okay- they are still alive! Otherwise by tomorrow theyd be no good. I thanked her, touched by her caring. Of course, by the time Id gotten to the check out line with my chia seed, mint and bag of kiwis (the things Id come for) Id also picked up an avocado and a huge elephant garlic. My total was $22.92 so I told the cashier to take off the garlic and avocado. But before she could do that, the woman in line behind me said, Ill pay the difference. Shocked, I turned to her and assured her that she did not need to do that, but she insisted, saying, Ive done it myself- been a little short. Its no problem. I agreed and thanked her, in part because I was starting to get a little choked up at her spontaneous generosity to a total stranger. As I walked out of the store, I pulled my sun glasses from my pocket. A young man standing ahead me of waved and pointed saying, You dropped something. Turning I saw the key card to get into my apartment building on the floor. I picked it up and thanked him, leaving the store more than a little overwhelmed by the courtesy and caring of total strangers. Smiling as I walked along, I said a prayer of gratitude and muttered, I get it. Head pain or no, I am not alone, I am connected, I am cared for, I am part of this big messy beautiful family of life. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I wandered through the tree lined streets toward home. Suddenly a group of children were moving toward me on the sidewalk, herded by three women quietly urging them forward. They were in pairs holding hands, hats on, all between two and three years old. They made me think of ducklings bumping along, easily distracted, alternately wandering and trying to keep up. As they approached me I stood aside but one little girl stopped abruptly (causing a bit of a gentle pile-up behind her) and thrust her hand up to me. She was holding a bright yellow dandelion. For you, she said with a big smile. Oh, I said startled. Shed caught me so off guard, I didnt know what to do. She frowned, a line creasing her forehead between startling blue eyes, and then repeated with some fierceness, It is for you! Ah, I said smiling and taking the flower. Its beautiful! Thank you. And I walked into the little park a few steps away and sat down on the grass. It would be fair to say that by this time I was a little undone by the random kindness of the morning. I just sat there my heart aching with fullness. Some days life breaks your heart with all that is hard: injustice, illness, injury, poverty, violence . . . But there is also courtesy, caring, kindness, generosity, connection, and incredible beauty. Im not into conspiracy theories, but I think that Monday morning some power, some force- the Great Mystery- conspired to show me the simple healing magic of everyday life, the beauty that reminds of us of our wholeness every day. And I am filled with gratitude, carried by grace. Oriah House (c) 2014
Posted on: Sat, 14 Jun 2014 17:20:09 +0000
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