Okay, not THAT kind of wondering.
I’m talking about the kind of wondering while watching people bustle about a shopping mall.
The ones driving on the highway in the middle of the afternoon.
Or the person you pass by sitting on a bench gazing at nothing special.
What are they thinking right now?
Where did they come from?
What kind of day are they having?
Where are they going?
Who has gone before and who will come behind?
Does someone need help, but isn’t seen or heard?
We’re all here in the same space at the same time.
Our paths cross, but we’re passing each other by.
Busy in our own worlds.
Not really noticing each other except for ways to maneuver around or past.
Looking out the front window Sunday morning brought me back to that space of wondering.
Squirrel tracks ran down the sidewalk.
A deer cut across the yard during the night.
Tire tracks left traces of multiple vehicles moving about the crescent.
They all came at seperate times, and yet, they each left a trace of their story behind.
A gift offered up by the snows of winter not often available during other seasons.
I know they exist, even if not seen with my own eyes.
They were here.
Thoughts branched into two streams at that point.
One branch set off towards life-long efforts to remain invisible.
Fly under the radar whenever and wherever possible.
Guess the joke’s on me.
I’ve left traces all over the place,
for the good or bad,
whether seen in the act, or not.
If you feel compelled to make a difference in the world – take heart.
You already are.
Can’t help yourself, really.
No need to strive for something big, monumental or obvious that can be pointed to for someone to say “they did that.”
You leave a bit of yourself behind every day that makes a difference both now and perhaps years down the road.
What better reason to focus on being yourself right here, right now, than being discouraged about the grand vision in your heart.
The second branch of thoughts went to those who are invisible to most of us.
Much like a philosophical tree falling in the forest, if traces of another’s life isn’t witnessed at some point, did they really exist?
A lone homeless person living on the street.
A cat frozen in the snow.
A bear foraging for berries in the woods.
Life forms at the bottom of the ocean … or on another planet?
Can you honour, connect with or change the life of another you don’t about?
Can their lives change you?
What kind of stretch does that take?
Perhaps a bit too deep to think about midweek, and perhaps perfect timing after all.
In the midst of being busy about our lives may be the most opportune time to step back and bear witness to all the interweavings of Life going on.
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