Over the last two days’ runs I have narrowly avoided being hit by two cars (one per day). Yesterday, it was an older guy who was rolling through the crosswalk. I stopped in front of him and waved my arms to get his attention as I could not quite clear the entire car and I did not want to get clipped from the side. He began gesticulating wildly, angry windmill arms flailing inside the car, mouth yelling, “GET GOING!”
Having his full attention, I paused, hand on heart (it was beating out of my chest), and mouthed, “You scared me.”
He stopped at that. I think he was expecting me to flail back and curse, but I was having none of that. No one was going to hijack my emotions.
He looked away.
I think that’s what happens when you know you need to take personal responsibility for your actions, but you’re not quite ready to do it in public.
The car behind him stopped and rolled down the passenger window. A lady’s head popped out. “Are you ok? People just don’t pay attention to anything anymore, honey.”
It was really cool to have a bad and a good thing happen at the same time.
Today, a guy (older, could have been the same guy) was rolling forward down his driveway. I noticed him early on and came to a stop. I was running up a steepish hill at a close-walk so it wasn’t a big deal, but as he passed me, he saw I was right there. He started in with the loud yelling in the car and hands. I just shook my head at him. I traveled around the corner at the top of the hill just as Glen Campbell came up with Rhinestone Cowboy and spotted the feather.
It could be a blue jay’s feather. I nestled it carefully for the next mile home.
I was thinking about us bowing to the divine in each other in respect. I’ve been trying to think of people as more than human sacks of blood and bones. The spirits of us all intermingling is far more interesting. Having read the greater part of the Cyclone of 1896 book, I realize how many buildings are no longer standing, how many people died in the process of that disaster and many others, and just naturally, over time, right here, on these streets I walk and pass by each day. How many of them still linger…
I have a feeling if we all bowed to the divine in each other in passing each day we might feel a little of those lingering and feel deeper about each other, even feel a little more wary at times when we touch upon the darker nature in others. This could be defined as intuition, I suppose. Or it could be self-awareness. All kinds of psycho-social key words come to mind. It’s the practice of acknowledgement of something else. I like the vagueness of that concept.
Everything doesn’t need total definition. I live with an engineer, so we differ wildly here. Oppositely.
I could care less about perfection. The recognition of the sum total of my current years and potential years to come means to me that it will not be perfect, or close to it, no matter how I should try, and would should everything be so toilsome?