Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Hidden In Plain View
With the ease of the camera in the phone these days, I've gotten lazy but the light this morning required the real camera. It is a gorgeous day here in Lloyd, Florida. Yesterday Owen asked me how old my town was. I told him it was pretty old. "Why it so old?" he asked.
I could not answer that one. Not the first question he has asked me for which I have no answer and it will certainly not be the last.
The air is shimmering and the light is pouring over everything and making even this old town seem newly born and I need to get out in it, I need to let it all pour over me before I have to go to town and deal with the traffic, the choices, the decisions, the people. Our new branch library has sky lights and windows galore and I will hold that stop as my carrot on the stick to get me through the rest of it. And then I will come back to Lloyd, this old place. Every time I drive back into the rather vague confines of its boundaries, I can feel my heart expand inside of me a little bit. The giant ancient oaks, the mysterious tiny, hidden places, the way the light blesses us in these cool days of December whether we live in big houses or small, new ones or old, the way we come together at the post office, holding the door for each other, "Good day, hello, how are you?" the camellias blooming, the petals of the sasanqua carpeting the ground below them in pink and raspberry, the roosters calling, the hog dogs barking, the leaves turning, loosening, dancing to the ground.
I think of all the people who pass us by on the interstate who have no idea what lies less than a half mile from the exit which they will never, ever take unless they need to stop at the truck stop to pee and get a sandwich, and even then, they will see none of it but the huge paved parking lot, they will not know the secret of where I live and I also wonder about the people who engineer the trains past my yard and if, as winter strips the trees of their leaves, they look at my house and wonder about us.
This world is filled with mysteries, most of which we will never, ever know of, even the ones illuminated so brightly that the eye cannot contain all of the light which pours down upon them. I think about that and it cheers me, it delights me to know I live in such a place and even living here, I do not know the half of them.