A Bus and a Little Boy

Standing on the bus during the final leg of my after work commute, when we stopped at the light, I watched a little boy and his guardian cross the street. 

The little boy looked to be around three and his left hand was securely held in that of his male guardian’s. In his right hand, peeking through the tight huddle of four of his fingers, there appeared to be a tiny toy vehicle, while the fifth finger—the index— pointed at my bus.  And as he moved, as he was being guided by his guardian, his pointing altered slightly to match the magnet of his attention that was the bus.

Eyes, wide, he never looked away. 

Even when his guardian addressed him, the boy continued staring and his finger continued pointing. 

The guardian noticed and while he did speak to the little boy as he led him safely across the street— in a manner acknowledging that he, too, saw the bus—, he didn’t appear to rush him or come across as impatient. 

When the bus began to move, the last I saw of them, they’d made it to the sidewalk and stopped.  And the little boy was still wide eyed, still innocently staring and pointing.

 

It Began with a fly and Ended with Broken Glass

It began with a fly and ended with broken glass.

It’s evening. I had been home from work for about 45 minutes. I had been snacking on a mango when I saw something fly across the room. Thinking it was lightning bug, I looked for a container to catch it— the plan being to release him out of doors. I try to do this when I feel I can— release critters who have somehow managed to get inside, outside. So, container in hand, I waited. Then I heard the buzzing. Then I saw it was not a lightning bug, but a house fly. 

A Goliath of a house fly. I can’t stress that enough. This was the type of fly one might nickname, “Tiny.” For irony. And as I couldn’t see how to lure the fly outside, I took the comparison further by becoming David to his Goliath. 

About 30 minutes later, I saw something fly across the room again. It was another house fly. It wasn’t as massive as the first one, but it still looked to me to be slightly larger than your average fly. 

It landed on the glass panel of a slightly elevated window. It’s not a window one can really open. In fact, right next to it is the square window panel that can only be slid open to reveal netting. So, I got up on a chair and tried to get at the fly, and the window that’s not supposed to open, opened. And fell to the ground outside with a crash. And as the fly flew away, I stood looking at my now windowless window.

I called my landlord. He came by, picked up the window pane. It had cracked and dislodged some of its glass but there appeared to be a second, intact enough layer for him to put it back in the window and add some tape as a temporary solution. He said he’d have to do some investigation on how it might be repaired and since it happened while I went after a fly, I’d have to cover the replacement. Sigh.  He went back to his home. I went into mine and I decided I needed to draw some cards. It’s something I do. Three cards. Release and Surrender, Fresh Air, Life Purpose. 

So, I’m releasing and surrendering the situation and affirming however it unfolds, it’ll be fine. I may have to consciously keep doing this every time I’m tempted to do the opposite 😬😉The Fresh Air card made me laugh a little because for a good 5 minutes there I definitely had fresh air literally coming into the place😜But— as is the case with the final card— I see another way of interpreting it. 

Putting my cards away, I sent a text to my landlord and thanked him for his help. 

And now? I’m actively working on releasing and surrendering it😬