I was in King Kullen, such a long time ago, purchasing cheese and crackers for a get together with friends. Feeling happy with the anticipation of the coming evening. That’s when the aficionados come over to our house, and we watch boxing together. I love these nights, especially when the fights are exciting. Food, friends and fights were running through my mind when a shrill voice drew my attention.
A woman in her late forties was screaming at her companion. The companion, a white-haired, confused looking lady, whose hands fluttered nervously while clutching her equally wrinkled black pocketbook. No doubt it was a Mother and daughter. It was easy to size up the situation. The daughter had long ago surpassed her limit of patience and now things were careening down hill. By the expression on the elderly woman’s face it was apparent she had no idea what she had done to cause this. Helpless to do too much more, I allowed them to go ahead of me online.
This scene changed me in a small way. It forged the memory that forever made me a kinder human. I no longer got impatient with those who were moving slowly or taking change out of their purse with arthritic fingers, to pay for their purchases. I have the luxury of smiling at them, or bending to pick up something that may drop, because I can still bend.
Just like there are happenings that impress me with being the wrong way, there are things of note that continuously teach a better way, if we only pay attention. Have you ever heard an adult correcting a child in a quiet tone rather than screaming at them? This is a hard one to learn for those of us who have a temper, but it is the right way. Examples of a softer, gentler life can be found all around us if we look. Without too much effort we can adopt some of these habits and make them our own.
How we speak, think, act and move can be altered in subtle ways to improve ourselves and the beautiful world around us. I was reminded of all this by the poem printed below. I will try to make some beautiful change today. Its not going to be easy, but I’m gonna try. As the saying goes, fake it until it becomes real. Wish me luck.
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides So from the walker, it turns Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes. The beautiful changes as a forest is changed By a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it; As a mantis, arranged On a green leaf, grows Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows. Your hands hold roses always in a way that says They are not only yours; the beautiful changes In such kind ways, Wishing ever to sunder Things and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
I apologize for this fabulous poem not being in poetic form.