Tuesday, Ice, and Finding Human

4 Feb

The weather was awful this morning and reports of accidents along I-30 gave me pause. So I didn’t leave the house on my morning commute. Working from home is such a pleasure. The cloud was an idea of significant convenience for those odd moments in life when getting to the office is not advised.

Sleet and freezing rain, patches of slick pavement, and a major accident blocking travel just before the river bridge were definitely a deterrent.

All the important things were done and hours passed most pleasantly in proofing, sending off copy, and posting obits.

So, here I am for the second time this week. I love it. I’m shooting for three times a week. I think it is doable. I hope I can find something to say.

Speaking of obituaries; I’ve found that reading about the lives that have passed from this mortal coil is rather interesting. I place their stories, sometimes edited down to birth and death and family members who have gone and those who stay, occasionally the mention of a beloved pet, usually a dog, occasionally a cat, sometimes extolling the deceased virtues and contributions to his community.

I stumbled across this a little earlier:

sonder n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as you own-populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness{-an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

You can find it here.

I wanted to share as it speaks to my heart. It corroborates a sense of humans I have long felt. My contention is, has been, that the merest passage of one human across another’s path has an impact, leaves an impression. A breath intertwining in an elevator, the moment you cross an intersection and pass the cars and their drivers and passengers waiting at the light, the car in front or back leaves something intangible with you. You exchange something.

Is it energy or emotion? Physical or psychic?  Perhaps it is the hint of a smile, or tears falling, or the set of a jaw, or the gleam in an eye, or a thought projected outward. Have you sensed it before? The sharing of energy with a stranger? Have you suddenly turned to watch a tail light disappear or study the woman who just passed by with her cart of groceries? Have you felt the need to smile and compliment the young woman checking your purchases? Or looked up to meet the glance of a stranger;  known something of him in that gaze?

I would hazard a guess that when we do experience this sense of another, we choose to ignore it more often than not. We have so much fear.

Perhaps we should pay more attention; stop for a moment and take heed that we are not alone.

I would hope we would be kinder in so doing.

 

 

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