(what it seems I have been learning of late, is that some things cannot be improved upon, at least by me in this physical life. And better than ninety years in the incubating, is very true. Fatigue may be the qualifier I hear, but that being so, it is a fact. I print it again with my truthsayers, the muses, with gratiitude and love. And a great ahhhh mannnn.)
Jon Meacham, historian, told the story of when President Reagan was in the hospital after being shot he was wiping up some water in the bathroom when a surprised visiting President Bush asked him what he was doing. I spilled water and I didn’t want the nurse to get blamed for it he said.
These are the small things about us that we leave as our legacy. Not the big things that we sometimes are noted for. Not always the Salk vaccine that Jonas Salk saved the world from polio but the Conscious Evolution he taught I came across in the interview when he wanted to save humanity from themselves.
We are beyond the times of physical survival as such evidenced by growing numbers. Now we must emphasize the human values we do not have time for that are taken by devices with addicting instant gratification. Or even casual relations we indulge in that make us not proud.
Where conscious action determines the potential in human behavior across the planet because we cared enough to do something right and good that enhanced life for just one person. Because of its inherent goodness, it became a lifesaving principle for all humanity.
And the small, light touch I wrote about that I appreciate as you put your hand on the small of my back to help me up the curb. It is a small curb to viewers but to me a mountain to climb. You know the why of the kiss on your forehead as you depart telling me that you are not feverish.
As I see you both hug your loves with a quick crush to let them know the strength of your arms in that loving moment. The small things that will be your legacy also.
That will be the difference we make, we all make in lives we touch even perfunctorily. Seemingly innocuous, seemingly without feeling. But it makes in enormity, the teaching lesson confirming to us that we are of worth, that we are good.
In Looking Back
Sometimes in looking back
to grasp meaning. . . .
the uneventful brims with it.
The small deeds by the young
take on logistics of magnitude.
The small bouquet often picked
from the neighbor’s garden
is innocently given with largess of heart.
It is no small thing
when the child says I will do it. . . .
and unburdens the caregiver.
It is in the uneventful
that the heart grows in understanding,
when the lesson becomes the food on the plate.
Not good to look back?
How else to learn what life has taught
and perhaps we learn what not to repeat?
It bodes well to forgive when harshness
makes brittle the connections,
but in the smallest detail,
in the dailyness of the commonplace, we grow.
And the soul leaps forward and universal life is greatly enhanced.
photo by Diane Rybacki
