Earlier, the sun hit one of the prisms in the window at an odd spot and, instead of the normal rainbow of colors produced, a single blue dot of brilliance hit the wall. I was at the right angle to see the dot whereas Son sitting across the room could not. Why did this blue dot strike a chord with me? Simply because over the past few days I witnessed some pretty spectacular events yet no one else could "see" them. No one cared. Even when I tried to share the experiences, I was met with blank stares, no responses whatsoever or "So?". To be honest, it hurt. I am not sure why but it did. Perhaps that bit about being alone is not bad but loneliness is terrible has come to settle in around me. No one understands.
First, there was the tiny ribbon snake that lives near Puddle Pond. It is no secret that the tiny snake is there as it can often be seen slithering through the hyacinths in search of baby frogs. What made the sighting meaningful was that the snake was the prey not the predator and it sought my help. A black racer was also at the pond and had spied the ribbon snake. Had the smaller snake not wormed its way next to my foot, it would have surely met its end. The black snake was not as confident about being next to a human as the ribbon snake was so the chase ended rather quickly. I gently moved the tiny snake to the hanging plant on the arbor and shooed the larger critter along its way. Just knowing the wee thing trusted me was thrilling...at least to me.
Next, a hawk alit on a limb just a few feet from my head while I was out watering the dying plants this morning. The poor bird was looking longingly at the droplets. I ever so slowly turned the spray toward the limb and thus on the bird. The hawk was not afraid and actually started fluffing its feathers as if to soak up each droplet. The heat and drought was obviously being harsh on the bird and it needed cooling as much as the plants. After a few moments, the hawk flew to a nearby oak tree and watched as I continued my chores with my heart aflutter with excitement.
Then, that blue dot of light which meant nothing other than the insight it gave me into how others cannot see what I do. The brilliance aptly depicted my enthusiasm over the other events and the fact that Son could not even see it from his position nailed the attitudes of those not caring about the simple yet exquisite things around us at any given time. Son and I discussed the reasoning behind the lack of response from people. Either it has come to the point where others have lost the ability to marvel in the simple things in life or I have gotten to the point where each event (no matter how mundane) is extraordinary. Perhaps this is due to the fact that life is short and becoming shorter with each day. I am determined to cram as much "life" into what remains of my time here on this earth. Folks, never...ever...lose the enthusiasm. Live in wonder. Take each day and view it in awe. Trust me when I say there is never enough time.
