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Month: April 2019
Giants in our midst
We’re all bigger than we realize. We usually think of our size in relation to the clothes that we require to cover ourselves. But the reverend minister at the church I attend is always reminding us that our spiritual auras extend far beyond our bodies.
This can be understood in many ways, at different levels. Even the most mundane aspects of our activities in the world involve interactions with others. If we displace a certain volume of air, and occupy a certain position on the face of the earth, nobody else can simultaneously occupy the same position and displace the same volume of air.
That, in any given situation, may or may not have obvious and immediate consequences.
Was our purchase of an orange from the Ionia Meijer what made the difference in the produce manager not getting fired? You never know. You just never know.
What size are we now? As big as the Meijer store?
Was the fact that we were trapped in position 12 in the traffic jam, which was what made the obstruction visible over the top of the hill, what gave the distracted father enough time to hit his brakes? You never know. You just never can know.
What size are we now? As big as the intersection that didn’t have an accident? As big as the area that contains all the lives of the people who helped to not allow the accident? As big as the lives of all the people who were able to carry on their activities because there was no accident at the intersection?
What size are we, NOW?
We sit at the coffee shop, writing away about Giants in our midst. We are the giants. We are the giants in our midst. Well, there is only one our, and just one giant. Just like the light that we see coming from Proxima Centauri, that took 4.244 years to get here, our size extends in both space and time, our actions, both intentional and unintentional by-products of our intentional actions, extend far beyond our specific knowledge.
What size are we now, that someone on the other side of the world has read our blog entry? Now, that we have seen the light of not only Proxima Centauri, but many other stars from far away galaxies.
A Package
The Mid-Michigan Word Gatherers writing prompt:
What is it that I want, today, now? More specifically, what is it that I want that could be delivered in a box? Well one thing I really want is a box from all the people who deliver my boxes, with a message inside saying that they are not going to leave my packages on my steps outside to get rained on anymore. They have all been notified to leave all packages inside the door, but again and again my packages are left outside to notify the passers-by that nobody is home.
Five years ago, I came home to find my door much more easily opened than usual. Then I found stuff on the floor that I didn’t leave. Then I noticed my jewelry box was gone. They left my outdated laptop. Then I noticed that the wine-colored Egyptian cotton American sewn Israeli owned company sheets I had ordered from JC Penny were sitting outside, on my steps. Invitation to break and enter.
He left the sheets.
The idiot could have walked in the unlocked basement door. But no, he had to break my 100 year old lumber, which of course is not available in the same dimensions anymore. Yes, I am blaming the post office.
More introspection here. Should I blame the Post Office more than the cops, who have failed to apprehend the perp? There were multiple additional B&E’s in the neighborhood in that time frame. I don’t know to whom I attach more blame. More importantly, what do I do with this feeling of needing to blame?
I feel compelled to invest my limited energy in different directions, that feel more meaningful to me, but this is one that really stirs up my aggravation. So I guess I should be grateful to the US Post Office, UPS and FedEx for showing me this unenlightened part of my greedy, egotistical self. At least that’s what the Buddhists would say.