White whispery clouds caressed the early evening sky. It reminded me of a lover’s breath once climax has been achieved and both settle into a warm embrace. Gentle words and soft kisses, then the relaxed sigh as sleep envelopes you.
I am at times mesmerized by these things that occur daily, often without notice.
Earlier as I waited for the bus I watched the hustle and bustle of people enjoying this gorgeous summer’s eve in downtown New Westminster.
It has come a long way since I moved here.
I watched an older woman walking with two companions up Eighth Street. She walked with deliberate caution. No doubt she had taken a lot of time to prepare for this outing. Her face was powered, the hair coiffured, lipstick applied just so.
In her youth I could well imagine her getting all dolled up and heading out to have fun on a Friday evening. She wore heels that looked precariously dangerous to me and each step taken gave evidence that she had not done this in a while.
I smiled remembering the last time I wore heels. Indeed, by the evening’s end I wanted to cut my feet off as they were throbbing in protest at this treatment.
I wondered at her age. Me, I am certainly no spring chicken as I creep ever closer to sixty.
Do I feel old?
Not in the sense that one may think. A vehicle accident a few years ago just as I was rebounding from Cancer treatment. The accident has affected my physical body and the trickle down effect of suddenly not being as mobile and experiencing pain daily impacted my emotional being as well.
Yet I still wake in wonder of each day that I am afforded. Some days are better than others to be sure. I try to find a little beauty, a little love, a little joy in each day.
At lunch, I’ll go to the kitchen in my office to prepare my mid-day meal. A TV broadcasts the news of the day…the ongoing soap opera of all that is wrong in this world.
Experts and analysists dissect what all of it means. Serious faces dressed in serious suites, ties and designer dresses discuss the implications and fall out of whatever else may have fallen from a certain someone’s mouth.
Hamburg is on fire…closer to home forests are on fire.
Omar Kadr is awarded $10.5 million.
People are furious! Hey…he was 15 years old and tossed into Guantanamo Bay! He was not offered the rights that should have been afforded him being that he was an underage Canadian caught up in a very bad situation.
I for one hope he can find some peace and wish him well. He’ll have that hell haunting him for a very long time.
Since beginning my new job and once again taking transit, I‘ve been able to catch up on my reading.
“A House In The Sky” and “The Reason You Walk” I would strongly recommend. I have read about five books thus far. I lean toward memoirs. I read Tony Robbin’s latest “Unshakeable” as well and this will inspire you to invest wisely.
Still it’s when I get off the bus and witness a canvas of clouds whispering to the sky or wake to the sun kissing my toes through my bedroom window that I feel so connected with the air I breathe.
I love when I smile at a stranger and their face lights up.
A good friend of mine lives by the moniker ‘Kindness Matters’. She is so right.
And sometimes you have to just stop and appreciate the quiet beauty that is happening around you.
Enjoy this day. Spy on the sky, eavesdrop on the whispering wind. You’ll never know the wisdom that may be afforded to you.
Have a very happy Sunday.