Wednesday, June 11, 2008
The other day I worked at the gallery and met a gentleman who came in searching for something to make windchimes with. He said it was for his mother, so it had to be really good, he wanted it to look really nice. We don't sell parts and pieces for windchimes, so I couldn't help him there, but I answered questions about our art which prompted other conversations, which sort of turned to the price of gas. He was quite rattled and angry about gas prices. I commented many years ago gas was only 75 cents a gallon, but I didn't have money to buy both gas and food at that time, and now, gas is $4 and I can buy both gas and food.
We both agreed it was important to count our blessings and focus on the gifts we have now. I mentioned that one of his gifts obviously was his love for his mother and that I admired him for wanting to make her something she would treasure.
I enjoy sharing deep and sacred feelings with a stranger, even though it goes against what society has taught me. Most times, I hold back out of fear or mistrust. Maybe that is why so many people are isolated, they are fearful of sharing about their lives, especially about loss, or mistakes made.
It's not unusual to hear someone brag, but I'd so rather listen to a story about how they learned humility, or speak to me softly about a blessing they received.It's like Anthony DeMello said, "We differ from others only in what we do and don't do, not in what we are."
Posted by Mercer's Daughter at Wednesday, June 11, 2008