"Burning Feet"

Hello Fellow Wanderers!

        I am currently in Phoenix and I am here to tell you, ' IT IS HOT ... 117 degrees!'. REALLY!!! With my hot flashes! Are you kidding ? I have my own oven, and boiling my own stew, I do not need help from Mother Earth for a problem her sibling Mother Nature started.  Can't we all just work together on this thing?  Walking the other day I burnt my FEET ...no, I wasn't barefoot, I was  wearing gym shoes but obviously my stride was slower than the heat. Looking down at my burnt little toes, and dwelling in  self-pity,   I thought of him ... and the photos.

          When wet behind the ears , I owned and operated a dating service. Many colorful characters with volumes of stories crossed my path, and I, the Piped Piker, lead the way to grounds outside the spectrum of their current lens. Him , I remember well as his son was the same age as mine - 3, and the photos he scattered across my desk caused me to excuse myself and flee to the restroom in tears.

          There are moments in our lives when the world should shudder to a complete halt, and we should stop to breathe. The sun should cease moving, the wind blowing and nothing should continue because nothing will ever be the same. EVER. It was such a moment – obstacles journeyed beyond thoughts perceived by current lens, spectrum shifted,  then the certainty of weeping spirits vibrated through time and space into the stillness of the silence, circuiting light years into the mysticism of immortality.

         A year prior to his visit to my office, he was married - HAPPILY, and living the American Dream : 2.5 kids, an SUV in the burbs , 8 to 5 Monday thru Friday job and money socked away for a rainy day. Lots of hugs, lots of love but in one split second his movie changed and life shifted beyond recognition: a fire swept through his home, the flames consuming his young family,  his joy, his laughter ... his reason for living. I held him as he removed the photos from his pocket and laid them one-by-one on my desk. We cried as I stared at photos of their remains lying in cinders. Oh shit, I think, and my feet are burnt, it is hot outside, I am menopausal, I have hot flashes. I ... I ... I ...I weep soothing my feet with lotion and the tears remind me of his falling on the photos.

          After months of healing, I matched him with a lovely being who now adores their fireplace mantel with LIVELY memories of pitter-patters and hugs are shared  and joy perceived behind the eyes that once saw nothing but cinders spread across a vacant field.

Happiness floats: it seizes and personalizes ever so delicately. I know if my thoughts are not those of a constructive nature, I cannot multiple peace and happiness out into the world; if I am peaceful, if I am happy, if I live each moment with courageous faith, everybody in my family, my life, and in our society will benefit from my peace. If I can change , we can all change - all humankind, so therefore I wish for all to LIVE with the little things that in time are perceived beyond the current lens.

Loving Blessings! d.