| | i was walking around my neighborhood tonight . . .it was one of those beautiful summer seattle days that you live for here. . breezy and warm with the sun softly shining its rays way past 9pm .. as I walked the streets I saw people . .I felt so connected to everyone. . . you know, passing people and everyone is smiling with their eyes at everyone else. it was nice. there were a couple times i kicked myself because i didn't just stop and talk. i need to do that more. stop and talk.
I walked past this open door on the side of a guitar store, and smelled a pleasant wood-y scent. the guy in his workshop looked up and smiled just as i passed by. . i wanted to stop in .. does he MAKE guitars? does he fix them? i hope to go back and find out . . .
I passed this other guy who I didn't see until I was almost on top of him, there was this makeshift stand and shirts being sold, hanging off what could only be called a shack and the wire fence which conveniently had lots of hooks for hanging shirts of all types that looked like they could have been picked up from your local salvation army but were painted or printed on. . mostly with bob-marley or marley-esque type characters. . i wasn't sure. . this older gentleman was sitting. .i should have stopped and talked. . i thought as i walked down the road.
why is it impossible for me to turn around? why do i make it impossible?
God didn't make rollerskates or wheels. .he gave us legs. ... i don't really want to walk everywhere .. but there's something about having wheels, having a car makes it easy for me to think things that aren't true about life and about me. . I think I can always go. I think that rushing past people so fast that i can't see them is normal, is natural, is even desired.
God didn't make me wheels maybe cause he doesn't want us always running sixty miles an hour. . naturally, we can only run for so long.. we get tired. .we wear out.. we have to sit down. we wheelers- we lost touch with that. .we think we're supposed to always being going. we forget to walk. we forget to see the people around us. they're just blue sedan and yellow porsche--we don't see sandy, mother of two, who has a stutter, sitting in her car. . others become machines.. machines become obstacles in the way of us running. . running past those who should be our goal. or at least fellows along the way. . |
| | Posted 7/3/2007 12:53 AM - 61 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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