Walking along the dirt roads of southern Germany, I look down to see my son, hiding under his hood with his bright blue eyes. We skirt to the side of the road to allow a tractor pass, hopefully he didn’t notice our dog pooping in the field, but after I think about it, the odds of him owning the poop plot is slim, for there are pastures as far as the eye can see. The crows gawk and fly on, this time I stroll away with a smile, talking to myself….or am I? I can pass it off as me babbling to my son, who of course has his own words to babble back with, for he is 9 months old and already versed in babble.
To see the world through the eyes of a child is something I’ve challenged myself with since his own beginning of time. Leave all the preconceived thoughts and views by the way side, with the dog poop, throw some grass over it and carry on with a smile. Too often I find, I’m wrapped head to toe in stories and happenings that I have no part in, other than my own awareness. Is this enough? To bring it in to awareness, be the universe’s little secret whisper.
I will not put my foot down in the face of tyranny. I will walk on. Some may call me a coward, or utter other such statements to try and get me to remain planted, planted in the darkness that swirls around such an entity. I walk on kind sir and kind madam. Tip my hat and listen to the crunching of the rocks underneath my feet. It’s a mind bender, if I think about such dark energies, do I in turn strengthen their existence? Kinda like cancer I suppose…..if someone tells you, “Dude, you got cancer bro….” Does this sentence climb through your ear and jump into your blood stream in hopes of igniting this cancer theme? Would I be better off not looking for something I have no desire for? Law of attraction style? Said to be a universal law……hmphhhh.
Isn’t that the case though? Aren’t we more powerful than our own imaginations? Don’t we have the power to ignite our own DNA, heal ourselves, grow within? Yet somehow, some reason we allow talking heads through our society to enter our lives and we give all of this raw energy to others, in the form of power, control, all of it, and through these mindless actions we give our energy to heal ourselves over to a greed filled corporate base that profits on suffering, yet swears its in our own best interests.
Each one of our cells can regenerate, which is fun to imagine….while I’m picking my nose, there are cells inside recreating themselves, such a wonder….which brings me to another random thought, does picking my nose for years on end actually make my nose bigger? I mean pushing my nostrils out etc. must have an effect right? Kinda like putting weights on my earlobes, surely I would turn out like a hound dog after a few decades no?
Little man is babbling in his crib now. I wonder what it’s like to wake up to bars in your eyes. I guess it can’t be that bad since he can stand now, slap the bars without a care and sing on in his little world. Diapers are also a wonderful creation, never has poopin while horizontal been so much fun. Sorry for the poop lines, but they clutter my thoughts, keep me fresh and free, keeps that pep in the step, and the smile permanent.
Smilin’ through handlebars, makin’ the 70s jealous and raising eyebrows here in the land of deutsch.
Smile on friends, keep those questions coming because you know what……nobody really knows……throw them fences out with the babble and always tiptoe around that dog poop. It brings “toeing the line” to new heights. Lettin’ the light through. Talk to a tree today, you know why? Cause it’s alive, just as you are……LOVE.