Two things struck me today as I headed home from a Mall where everything went wrong, except for the sweet old lady at the escalator, she had two bags and a grin, maybe at the fact that she was just plain happy I don’t know. I’ve been suspicious of Escalators. Yea I know – I’m old school. Prefer spiraling down any narrow fire exit even ha, than surrender to the Chewy Monster, but today something shifted, with the lady’s cheeky grin, like joy takes over from bad things. So:
- I’ve stopped hating Escalators
- ( since I’ve always believed that horses, the real things, were creations for power and speed, friendship and life, as much as eagles and tiny Bulbul bird thats singing his heart out at dawn and the heart had a certain lift there) Malls are now ok places: today I found my Iron Horse again, that disappeared from GX Mall, and I grieved his absence without a word, but this evening Viola- he was there, like the strength of a rock. So I’ve changed my mind about Malls too. Not that I don’t still prefer the tiny stores we grew up with, everything within reach without you having to triple jump to another floor, then head back to Cashier, and find your way out again. Oh don’t ask about finding your car, if you didn’t think to remember which level you left the thing.
Am grateful for the patience and love of God, new every morning, noon, twilight. Another midnight sets in. Pure dark sky, one or two stars. Am sleepy with relief that Faith hasn’t been lost, justice has been served. A smile did it all, and the beautiful hand work of some Iron smith, at a Mall. Sometimes its all so beautiful, its Two much 🙂
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