Some of us seem to
have a ‘gift’, performing a unique function while we’re here, but it’s
also sure enough for our learning. Some think it’s weird, quirky. I’m not
sure, but I know it’s real, and that it’s no ‘curse’. I’ve been looking
at it a long time, though I’ve not met many others…
We’re the ones that, while standing at the bus stop with
at least twelve other people, minding our own bee’s wax, and be there a
Holy Roller or a derelict in the near vicinity, that person will single
us out for a lively conversation. We’re the ones that sitting at a party
will be approached by the person who’s had too much to drink, their loneliness
unmasked by bravado. We’re the ones that Social Workers, while we’re in
their office, will tell their life story to. We’re the bartenders’ Dear
Abby - the overworked Cabby’s captive audience and shrink for a $15 ride.
We’re the ones that the beleaguered soul who’s ‘still in the closet’ will
marry till their courage picks up. I’m not talking about being a sucker
- I find it fascinating - I’m talking about those of us who appear to wear
our souls on our sleeve more easily than most - that others sense. Maybe
there’s an olfactory signal through our pheromones that sends the message
‘I am not afraid’, that within us lies no threat. Is it that there’s a
pleasant aura that surrounds us, unavailable through common sight, but
radiating nonetheless…
Of course, there are those predatory types who master
scenting out the unassuming and vulnerable, but this is something different.
We’re not victims. And we also do indeed and innately sense when to say
“no”. Maybe we simply look “comfortable”…with ourselves, with Life, with
where we happen to be sitting or standing, literally or figuratively. And
maybe that’s something rare, that ‘being at ease’ and having it reflected
in our posture. Perhaps the better part of the benefit comes to us, in
that by not exuding fear, we get to see much more of the “wildlife” that
we are most certainly part of close-up, that most automatically shun. We
know that we are no different… embracing our sameness, and that we are
all simply creatures, souls, beings, just crossing paths…
~ We are all angels
and ordinary men - Wendy Lands
How can I make my way
in this world,
when the sound
of my own heart’s not heard…
How might I pay heed
to signs,
when my own vision
has become blind…
I am not separate ~
But one.
The difference,
the sameness ~
The quiet ripples of a pool…
Life above and beneath
are in me…
