Monday, July 13, 2009

Slow Down Busy Backson

I am driving back to work after spending my lunch hour in a hurry picking up supplies. I am picking up the last minute supplies for summer camp, vegetarian options for a BBQ at the neighbors’ tonight, and the gift ideas as the BBQ includes a birthday. My mind is busy; I am ‘Busy Backson’, as my daughter has pointed out from The Tao of Pooh. My window is down, it is lovely out and I am listening to Rufus Wainwright; okay, I admit I am singing along with him as if I know him personally.

He will fall from the stars, Studio 54

Stop.

I see the familiar lights of a police cruiser up ahead, followed by what looks like traffic mayhem. The police escort a long line of cars in a funeral procession as it slowly makes its way through the busy lunch hour traffic on this main street. Traffic slows to a standstill. Lights are blinking, mourners dressed respectably in appropriate funeral attire with matching stoic expressions have their eyes straight ahead, driving, following.

Life seems to slow along with this convoy, time slows too. I am in this moment.

Better pray for your sins, better pray for your sins

The line of cars appears endless at this point. The funeral home is located just over the crest of the hill off of this main street, so I am well aware of the fact that traffic will remain still for the duration of this procession. I find myself sitting up straight, feeling calm and open. There is this unwritten respectful human law whereby we are to remain so, allowing the mourners to stay together en route to the cemetery.

I watch the cars pass by, I look into some of the cars at the people inside and then my eyes are drawn up. I find myself looking around at the scene. The sky is a bright blue contrasted by the white of the clouds, some parts are dark with pending rain and there is a breeze, a more than welcome breeze.

Better pray for your sins, better pray for your sins

A friendly looking gentleman decides he needs to cross these lanes of traffic right now on foot. He cuts through in front of my car, stops and gives me a quick wave and a smile. I nod, bemused and smile back. He continues on, managing to stop and go his way through the cars safely to the other side. He does go right through the funeral procession, although it is evident that he is unaware of this fact. I watch him the entire time. He is interesting, and I am interested. I am interested in the fact that he is oblivious to the funeral procession, I am interested in his friendly face, I am very interested in the fact that from the waste up, he appears to be a sheriff of some sort. He is wearing a dress shirt, vest complete with shining Silver Star and a black cowboy hat. In opposition, and to complete his look, his attire from the waist down consists of jean shorts, pink tube socks and what appear to be women’s shoes. And Rufus is singing…

Wearing tube socks with style, and such an innocent smile.”

Thus my smile, my bemused smile.

I am grateful for these life moments that remind me, force me to stop, breath, and look at life.

7 comments:

  1. :)))) Amazing! Rufus the prophet and the future of a smile awaits you somewhere, somehow. HOw do you feel about fate?

    Take care and keep that shiny smile! All my love!

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  2. I just love coming to this page and reading you .. a sweet post .. managed to touch so many aspects of life .. god bless you :)

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  3. Yeah, cool story, nicely told!

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  4. Hola amiguita. Me gustan tus comentarios! muchas gracias.
    Abrazo fuerte,
    Mabel.

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  5. It's amazing what we see when we open our eyes.

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  6. Thank you all for visiting and commenting on an ordinary post - the song referred to is The Gay Messiah - which could roll itself into a whole other post topic.

    Oh, Kenia - my feelings on fate will have to find there way to you via e-mail - I am listening to Rufus again right now and the song 11:11 which I have come to associate with fate.

    Cheers all.

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  7. Good post Janet - I too am trying to take a conscious moment out of every crazy day to enjoy everything that life offers - There are no coincidences and you meet the people and have the experiences that you have already planned for - but that conversation is best had in an email

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