Top floor. Bottom buzzer.
The bell on 866 1/4 sounded like nothing from my end. Still the door buzzed open and there I stood with a newborn baby sized arm full of flowers ready to hand over to a man who was obviously loved a whole lot by someone. I'm talking roses and irises here. I'm talkin one estranged gardenia, too. To receive flowers is the world's unspoken fairy tale come true, if the reactions of my recipients indicates accurately.
I'm just the delivery girl. You don't pay me. You just thank me. I am the flower messenger. I am your favorite person right now. Next to the one who's name is printed on that little card, I am your favorite person in the world.
I intended to give him a bouquet and bound away, as I usually do in my brown uniform kina UPS meets produce isle. Which seems about right. But when 866 1/4 opened up, he didn't even glance at the flowers. He took no notice of anything but my eyes. And his eyes. Like he had sent flowers to himself knowing I would come.
I intended to tell him someone must really love him. And wait for him to tell me whom.
Instead I am driving this brown open door delivery truck whistling - no one ever does that but I do today. I made my delivery and 866 1/4 delivered me. Without a doubt I was definitely his favorite person in the world today.
I Am The Flower Messenger
Hollywood, Ca
Hollywood, Ca
May 17, 2007
6 Comments:
To be able to make that eye connection longer than a few seconds is something that happens rarely in a city and rarely anywhere. I can try, with a smile to back it up, but it's either my eyes or the other party's eyes that backs down first as we move along our established ant trails.
To establish that quick heart leap of human connection ... knowing it's safe human connection. Even if it's a second long - it's life affirming.
You didn't want to be an ant. Neither did he.
(See Waking Life sometime to understand this.)
Clearly, this is just what you needed. Seek and you shall find, ask and you shall receive. In giving you have been given something.
It is hard to believe that we are alone, when we have moments like this.
I choose to believe that we are not.
I wonder why we are so hurried or afraid or distracted to spend the extra moment for personal connection, even with strangers today? Is it this way everywhere?
I think it is, Tonya. People forget that life is about connection, not to things, not to status or power, but with other people.
People get caught up and as you said, distracted by the meaningless of other things. Maybe they have never truly experienced a moment of connection - maybe they don't even know what that one moment is like, when you connect with someone even just for a heartbeat and you can SEE the other connections, see where you are in the Big Blanket of things. That you are part of a big, interconnected world where it's hard to see where you finish and someone else begins ...
I too agree that there are too many time I pass by someone and do not look them in the eye. But in this place I find it is easier to look up and look directly at someone...Usually of another genration. A little nod or a shaka and it's all good, just don't smile at a girl who is walking with a boy, this may lead to doctor bills and time off of work. I beleive TK that one reason we connected was our ability to look into one another's eyes. There are some people you can do this with, and there are others who don't want you in their world, sometimes I shut out the world when I am in a furious mood. We are seperated by the fear mongering media, we are seperated by our individual xenophobia, but as we look within ourelves we begin to realize that our fear is unfounded and our true strength lies in our unity...
Windows to the soul. It is so true, isn't it? The eyes tell the whole story and for me, as a dancer, so does the body. I read peoples' bodies like people read one anothers' eyes. Posture, motion, physical habit and attentiveness wears the soul on the sleeve as well.
Have you every delved into Iridology, to take this concept into the healing/medicinal/divinitory realm? Considering all we have mentioned, if feel that Iridology is an exceptionally personal and indepth practice for these things.
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