Went for a trek through the city the other day. Enjoy the convenience of shops, eateries and enchanting state of the art infrastructures, though if one is to be honest, the appeal is short lived. Ionized fish, manufactured waterfalls, all which mimic intimacy, the place where earth, rocks and water coalesce. The song of remembrance, trickling from my youth, ah yes, the time spent in the Smokies with my besties.
It was quite a hike, at least it was a good workout, entertaining sights and aromas despite this concrete ground. The noise of the traffic was cathartic, humming of the tires whizzing by, thumping like a heartbeat over every expansion joint on this one mile bridge. Could feel the tautness in my calves and hamstrings as this elevation evoked a strong memory, from a different mountaintop, the time we made it to “Hidden Lake”. No mosquitos, Moose or Grizzly’s here tho. For a moment sadly whispered; “where is your refreshing Lord?” as the smell of tar and gas fumes was making me nauseous.
It’s then I peered off the side of Roosevelt Bridge and saw her. On tippy toe I balanced my 400 mm and captured this beauty, my favorite bird, a lone Great Blue Heron, her feathers a bit ruffled, yet was pristinely balanced on those spindly legs.
She cocked her head and looked right through my lens and then proceeded to preen.
“Do not lose patience my child, one does not need massive pillars to remain stable. Stay kind, keep pure, for your temple musn’t be defiled by sorrows. Hold fast to the truest form of love, divinely lit never to be idle. Winds of doubt will capsize even the greatest, yet simple heart felt joy grows purely.” – Selah
Forged on this asphalt trek, the sights were interesting. A woman leaving a yacht, well preserved, glowing bronze skin, adorned with a white gold tennis bracelet, flashing a white smile, not one hair on her head out of place. As I rounded the path witnessed a few men cleaning the massive hull she had departed from and had to giggle, ah yes, we all serve and seek some form of a monetary connection, don’t we?
Crossing another bridge came across some fishermen. Their bright smiles revealed one gold tooth and shaded eyes, the sun reflections were bright amongst the cascading blue and greens below. Pompano was running, an honest catch for the day and they would be off to the local sushi shops, selling to our favorite hole in the wall bistros, contributions for continued success. Thinking ah yes another food chain revealed and I see a different shade of green and circular black.
Felt all the tears laid upon these bricks, this spot of brokeness. And even amidst the artifacts of the void, so much love was felt. Contemplating life and death continued on my trek, soon peering a human domain, a makeshift shelter, mattress hidden amongst the dense brush. Heard the buzzing of bees, butterflies flit about, lizards sprinting, birds chirping all on this path, the path on the other side.
“When Jesus saw great multitudes about him, he gave a commandment, go depart unto the other side”- Matthew 8:18
Ah the other side away from the multitudes, away from the educated, the wealthy and the curiously covetous. Felt peace here, the peace of an unburdened soul. Owning no great Yacht, no 5 star business, no need to impress or be pressed, yes paused at the doorstep of the other side. It’s a delicate realm, stillness, the place where gentle breezes caress the flowers. Breathed in the moment and squeezed the trigger as nature was revealing herself.
Love and light isn’t always what you see, sometimes you sense something, you consciously anchor in this secluded spot and portals of understanding open. You suddenly see what is asking to be seen.
Made it home and was greeted by wagging tails and warm smiles, my personal aches and pains subside as my friend tells me stories about his day. This one story really tickled me, about his almost client. Remember when this call came in, one could barely understand the voicemail. As the story goes, he needed his truck window fixed and when my friend finally made his way to his home the meet and greet wasn’t exactly pleasant. In fact his story almost made me pee myself. “Met a decrepit person with a hole in his throat”
My friend doesn’t quite get my dark personality. Truly think it’s present in most health professionals, after all it has been many years studying, serving, and coping with hurting humans. And in this case, with my friend describing in his horror a man who formulated words by “putting a finger over a mucous filled hole in this throat” well he had my full attention.
“Cranky old man with a trach in this throat, pretty weird, (and then he attempts to imitate with a foul gurgly voice) This is when I am totally loosing it, especially when he shared his response to this client; “So you had me come all the way out here for nothing?!”
Now I am howling. My breath is now a hiccup of convulsive wheezes. His voice intensifies; “Hey this isn’t funny, that old man was in a wheel chair and had me come all the way out there to cuss at me, that son of a bitch”.
See you need to know my friend and the reason for spewing my coffee on my computer screen even now while attempting to write this. Nothing really upsets him, he is level headed and quite rational, quite in control, I am more the emotional one. Well here he was venting, processing as we all do, so the next day I suggested we pay it forward, go fix his truck for free and I would join him, maybe could help too, as a caring practitioner.
Of course that part of the story hasn’t happened….yet. 🙂
“Stay on good terms with each other, held together by love. Be ready with a meal or a bed when it’s needed. Why, some have extended hospitality to angels without ever knowing it! Regard prisoners as if you were in prison with them. Look on victims of abuse as if what happened to them had happened to you.” Hebrews 13 MSG BIBLE
Every day is a gift, every moment and breath a choice, sometimes encounters can catch you off guard and reveal your character, buried hurts or broken dreams. Boot camp is an engaging place and well honestly, wouldn’t want to be on the hard with anyone else but him right now.
Our lives improve only when we take chances ~ and the first and most difficult risk we can take is to be Honest with ourselves. ~ Walter Anderson