Attitude pt III

When the world seems big and out of control, and you seem little and insignificant, I think it's important to stop every now and again to take a snap shot of what's going on around you. A picture captured will give you time to look at the other little details in the picture, the looks on faces, the color of the sky. It will give time to reflect what was being said right then, or tasted, or shared. Replay a moment in time a couple of times over and I think the enormity of the world dies down to insignificance, and the weight of the moment becomes enormous. Of course I don't mean to pull out a camera out to do this, but just capturing in your mind's eye a snap shot of something meaningful that you're doing right now. Now stop for a few minutes and look at it. Really look. I'll bet you see stuff that eluded you at first glance. I wonder if you'll notcie how you're all of a sudden in the middle of picture. I know I did, and I didn't even know I was there. But funny enough I was SO there.

Attitude, part II

I miss partaking in the inanity of it all. I miss my old life when there was nothing but time and exploration. Even the stress of low income living seemed tolerable way back when, and dare I say, full of hidden joys. And inanities.

I thought about that as I drudged out front to pick up my empty trash cans from the curb tonite. I felt the black cloud and lightning bolts over my head. A direct cartoon reference to be sure but but one that this kind of mood always elicits and I smiled at the ridiculousness of the visual. I positioned myself between the rolling cans, spun around to face away and take one in each hand behind me ready to drag, I begin to trudge. Drudge. I listened to the roar of the wheels on the hard packed earth. Marveled at the feeling of cobwebs on my hands as I pulled the cans in the dusk unable to see but yet not panicking at the thought. I squeezed them together behind my back as I passed thru the tight space at my jeep and smiled at the success realizing they must not have actually fit but I never slowed down to find out. I rounded the corner of the house and smiled at the plastic Garden Gnome , fresh batteries lighting up his hat and latern in the gloom. The cat readied his attack and pounced at the perfect time, missing me and aiming for the dog who was happily trotting beside me. I laughed out loud at the dog's indifference. I parked the cans and stepped happily out of the dark yard into the warm glow that was pouring from the kitchen door, cat and dog at my heels. And sat down to tell you all how I love partaking in inanities. Sometimes it's the attitude, not the situation.