I figured I’d sit outside for a few minutes till the gnats find me and tout me off. Lisa and I just finished shopping at the local “Wally World” and “Dollar Twenty-Five Cent Store”. Picking up this and that listening to store managers complain about corporate’s latest cost cutting memo designed for their own greed. Working in retail most of my life I guess I have a sympathetic ear to what they’re saying. But now that I’m retired from the game, all I can do is just listen, pay for my items, and go home.
The sun can be a close friend or ruthless enemy depending on the season. Right now it is blazing hot on me, while at the same time it’s causing a harvest to break through the ground. I don’t know what I’m trying to say with this pointless jabber. But sitting in front of our TV sets and smart phones, we’re shoveled regurgitated information with expert analysis thrown in for good measure. But me sitting here and complaining about it isn’t really much different than what mass media is already doing on a larger scale.
So for now, I’m just going to enjoy this little breeze and listen to my new neighbor cut her grass. There’s something to be said about the smell of fresh cut grass or the smell of just washed laundry on the line. At least in the silence I can hear myself think. And ask myself the hard questions that many are too afraid to ask. Sitting in this moment of reflection the sun filters though the green of the leaves. Making the leaves nearly translucent penetrated but not quite penetrating. Giving off a sense of what and who they are. Giving no judgement, just showing us purity of what is real.
The sun can be a close friend or ruthless enemy depending on the season. Right now it is blazing hot on me, while at the same time it’s causing a harvest to break through the ground. I don’t know what I’m trying to say with this pointless jabber. But sitting in front of our TV sets and smart phones, we’re shoveled regurgitated information with expert analysis thrown in for good measure. But me sitting here and complaining about it isn’t really much different than what mass media is already doing on a larger scale.
So for now, I’m just going to enjoy this little breeze and listen to my new neighbor cut her grass. There’s something to be said about the smell of fresh cut grass or the smell of just washed laundry on the line. At least in the silence I can hear myself think. And ask myself the hard questions that many are too afraid to ask. Sitting in this moment of reflection the sun filters though the green of the leaves. Making the leaves nearly translucent penetrated but not quite penetrating. Giving off a sense of what and who they are. Giving no judgement, just showing us purity of what is real.
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