Here we go, again

One of my most favorite things to do, other than having the corns on my toes scraped off, is to watch people; specifically, the eyes.

Hang on ladies, I can go a million directions with this one and at the moment have my hands full trying to gather my thoughts, sort of like chasing a humming bird on steroids! I think my dog's ADD has rubbed off on me...you know sorta like getting pregnant from kissing. I'm not entirely sure that one has been disproved, yet.

Oh yeah, back to the story...

First of all, I'm pretty much always happy, truly with a song in my heart, and I guess I like to share it with people who cross my path, except it's very hard to find a willing soul to share it with. Let me go further with this...(yeah right, like it would make ANY sense if you stopped right now!)

My honey and I were grocery shopping the other day and he was pushing the cart, which for me, meant I got to wonder aimlessly around the store. That's when I noticed the eyes of everyone. Their eyes weren't smiling and in fact, there wasn't much of anything there, just the drugery of the task at hand. Emotionless robots. Almost ever one I encountered was like that. My heart was very sad.

Ya know, I have no idea what sort of challenges they face in their day to day life; gas is almost $4.00 a gallon, the war in Iraq, the economy, health insurance, child care...on and on. Times are tuff for EVERY ONE. I feel like we have lost touch with the world around us, the people, the lives, the stories, all meant to be shared.

When we lose touch with our community and the lives within, I feel like we lose touch with ourselves. (ok, I have lost touch with my self a long time ago, I however, refuse to admit to losing touch with reality!)

Somehow I think that the 3 car garage (attached to a house, of course) and keeping up with the ever elusive Jones' has made us, for the most part, a "me-first" society. By the way, if any of you ever run into the Jones' will you do me a favor and kick both of them in the shins for me, or at least, stomp on their toes.

Just down the street from me is a very busy intersection with a lot of businesses surrounding that intersection. I was in the parking lot trying to get out into the flow of traffic and the line of cars was probably 10 cars long. I had my blinker on signalling my desire to enter into the flow. NO ONE let me in. Almost everone looked at me, and drove right by. My heart was very sad.

I thought out loud; "is your life so rushed, do you think soo little of me that you could not take the extra 10 seconds out of your life and show some kindness?"

I think about the generations to follow; what are they learning?

Just some thoughts from the rock block.