Photo by Mario Purisic
Falling back, head into the grass, I turn my face and see you looking at me through its blades. I rest there and I watch the clouds. Logic says they would flow with the wind, but no, the center one moves left and right, and the left cloud moves right, while the right cloud moves left, reaching for and merging into one another.
I’m called to the ladies gathering and we discuss the needs of the group. We plan on how to best serve all members that gather here, we make our lists. I am amazed at the beauty before me. I think of the city and its definition of what beauty is. I am sorry for those who have not had the opportunity to sit with people such as these.
The men are gathered and they discuss repair and modifications that need to me made for the safety and comfort of people living with mobile challenges. They make a mental note of tools needed and schedule a time and day for the “work party”. Although I will not take part in the labor, I will be there to provide nourishment, I am honored with such a task.
I’ve yearned for this type of exchange my entire life. A conscious, cooperative union, working together as a team. It is quite beautiful. At the end of the day my eyes long to close. My heart is at ease and a smile rests upon my face.
Arriving in the city once more I begin to search for, and acquire, items of benefit for the future. This giving of ones self is the most satisfying experience. It is not a challenge, it is a desire to make life a bit easier for others, and for enjoying these little things with them.
My heart remains with each and every one of them as I sit here typing these words. The sun is going to shine on their heads today, and on mine … equally giving of its warmth.