This post has had a few iterations and working titles but – there was always something missing.
So I gave it some time.
And – I see, what we notice changes all the time. At times I’m only able to see the material – and not glimpsing at all; the inner workings behind the veil.
George and I found ourselves in a playroom with three little girls – probably ranging from 9-10 years of age. Two of them spoke of George as a bothersome baby wanting to play-while the other – said she found him cute. Yet – they were all acting in a similar fashion; running from one end to the room to the other- while George followed in pursuit.
What was notable about this incident was that – although George was unaware of the nature of their comments – he went up to the one girl who felt kindly towards him and gave her a hug goodbye while- completely ignoring the other two.
On another morning this past week – the classical radio station was giving away a pair of tickets to the Sinfónica de Minería and in that moment I had my phone in hand – so, I dialed and was awarded the two tickets.
I didn’t allow my reasoning mind to interject with – well, the event will be held in a venue located almost two hours away – where the recommended minimum age for entry is 12 and besides – would be way past George’s bedtime … instead – I called.
I was considering who’d I give the tickets to when I received word from a friend whom I hadn’t heard from in a long while. She alluded to difficulties in her life and-I then realized I had an offering. I offered her the two tickets and she was thrilled. Coincidentally- she lives reasonably close to the concert hall where the symphony was due to be held.
And – as usual – I continue to spend my days with George. The other night – I considered how I feel at the end of each day – and, there are days when I’m able to fall asleep with a feeling of a job well done. Then are other days- where something interferes with my patience or tolerance – and it usually looks like me trying to accomplish one thing while George wants to go the other way.
The last example that comes to mind is being at the self checkout at the grocery store and George decided it was time to leave the cart so that he may freely roam around. I couldn’t reason with him – nor did I necessarily take the time to try but – instead, I cinched the strap so that he couldn’t possibly slip out and finished checking out. He didn’t complain and I can’t say how I could’ve done it differently without spending the rest of the afternoon at the checkout line -but – irregardless, felt a certain way about it at the end of the day.
What I’ve come to is; my best days are when I allow some room -allowing for the correlative dots in time to connect and – most importantly- not interfering with the magic.
