I sit on the hard straight park bench, and watch the society of people hurrying back and forth. On occasion, one may stop to chat with another, but constantly checks his watch for the clocking of time. Why are the schedules and appointments so important? Why do people shield out with time? … No time to stop and think – to stop and open their sluggish eyes to appreciate the beauty around and above – to stop in the rush, between concrete buildings and plasticeen smiles – to send a sincere smile toward one whom may be in need of such comfort … to stop in time’s tracks, to reach out to touch, to love, and to live. Why? Perhaps they are terrified of the illusion of slowing in time’s hurried pace – to love and truly live – much like the little frisky brown squirrel that scampers from tree to tree in the corners of the park … collecting small acorns. —— Often, a bystander tenderly extends his hand filled with small crumbs of bread … but the small furry creature, constantly on guard, backs off and skids into its hiding place in the unreachable heights of the old hollow tree. No one or nothing can reach the squirrel until the tiny creature is ready to reveal itself in the open. The innocent bystander only wishes to express a needed love toward someone or something. With this desire in his heart, each lighted day, he continues to approach the little squirrel with an extended hand filled with bits – hoping once – just at least once, the squirrel would gain confidence on its faith and timidly step out on the limb to sniff the nourishment. However, the tiny creature is not yet prepared … so I continue to sit on the hard straight back park bench, and watch the society of people in a rush for time!
Past writing – February 1972
How different is this scene – 39+ year later?
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© rgb for “On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea”, 2011
The rush to do sometimes limits the senses of the things all around.
Nice thought provoker …
Namaste,
Izzy
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Ahhh, thank you, Izzy … this is an old piece I discovered in a book over the summer when I was cleaning out the attic …
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I don’t think time has changed this scene very much, unfortunately, for many people but for you it would seem, as well as myself, I believe time has taken on a different kind of thing for us…perhaps an interlude of peace and well being. Thank You!
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Hopefully, more and more will open their eyes and see the importance of evolving! Thank you, Renee for your thoughtful comment!
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Little difference I guess, we are all still wary of each other, be it squirrel, squire or square. Keep making us queston Becca and shining your light to help us to truly see our similarities.
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I would have to agree with you, David … however, I hold hope for more enlightment and shifts! I appreciate your visit and feedback. Please stop by again! 🙂
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So, Becca…you help me to ask: what are the positive changes in me? How do I affect the world with my differences?
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Thank you, Amy, for the support and encouragement! 🙂
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