Are there words that leap off the page. Thoughts that jumbled in our heads find us both open and closed at the same time. We are less a compilation and more a composite. We are more a collection of things that were, things that are, and sometimes in the quiet things that will be. We are the composite of those things brought into a single solitary essence. But we are so much more as well. We are larger than us but smaller than us. In that, we represent the reality of the community, but we are also independent of the community. It is not an easy thing for us this separation. It is something that all of us struggle with. Who am I beyond the group I am in, but then also who am I in the group I am in?
It becomes part of us, this journey. We learn quickly that there are those focused on self only. While focusing on the self is not evil, it is bad. Bad in the sense that everything revolves around that person. Topics of conversation come back to I planted that in my garden. I grew that in my garden. I have that in my yard. That is something I do. I spent my time focused on this. Regardless of the conversational opener the conversation always returns to them. We learn that there are those people in the world and we do not avoid them; we sometimes smile as they stand on the street shouting “look at me, look at me.” But they are speed bumps on the road we travel, nothing more.
We slow and look, but we don’t stay long. They have no energy to return to us. They only take energy from us. We are energy transporters at times, consuming and yet releasing. We learn to, over time avoid those who bring conversations back to them. Instead, we seek those who enlighten us or lighten our load. Making it easier for us to shoulder our burden. We are part of the whole, but always remember that we must exist without the whole. We are energy seekers. It wraps around us a concept of energy creation, sharing and then cons7umption. We try ever to find a mix. Yes, we stop at the speed bump, the person who reminds us that they have done that better than us. We do stop because we are human.
But what we are seeking is no speed bumps.
We are seeking a way to return the favor. To take what we are given and pay it forward. To be separated from the community but to be in the community as well.
Yes, we stop at speed bumps. But in the end, they are nothing more than momentary pauses.
Wow, this is amazing!
homecoming parade in Bloomington Indiana in the 1970s