posted on Jan, 20 2013 @ 10:33 PM
A woman walks past me while I'm sitting in the town square. I notice how small she is because she is a police officer and the amount of equipment she
is carrying around her waist must be a heavy burden on her body.
Glock, laser, baton, cuffs and several leather pouches that contain god only knows what. I look about me, I can't see any likely candidates for her
to practice out on.
I have nothing extra about my own waist not even a belt yet here I am toting an amazing array of tools and instruments available for my immediate
use and not one is a burden upon me.
Let's see. First of course there is my mind courtesy of my brain, faster and more complex that a super -computer. Whacko! And no battery to
recharge, no server to pay, completely free. Whoo - wooo!
Next, my eyes. They might not be 20-20 but man they do one great job of allowing me to see.
My ears, so I can listen and while there is a lot of din there are still many beautiful sounds in life to enjoy
if I listen out for them.
My nose, to bring the scents and aromas of the world to me. There are so many I will never grow tired of.
My taste buds, - Just don't get me started.
My arms/hands/fingers, that allow me to do simply countless things not least to touch and feel what is outside of me.
My legs/feet , allowing me to move about, walk run ride.
My voice, perhaps the most precious of all. My very own instrument that I am free to play anytime I feel a song coming on. Its a side bonus that it
also allows me to communicate by speaking.
Who am I that I am so wonderfully equipped for living on this beautiful planet, Earth? Who gave them to me?
There are no conditions attached that I am aware of. I am free, if I wish, to close my eyes, put a peg on my nose, block my ears, swallow without
tasting, glue my hands together, immobilize my legs, refuse to speak or sing, still my mind until it turns in upon itself but why would I ever do any
One day death will do all those things for me and I won't have any say in the matter. Until then my desire to live, to BE, will continue to
activate all my tools and instruments with deep gratitude and humility.
Uh-oh, why is that policewoman looking at me like that?