AHHH, the speed of light. I contemplated it as I walked home Friday night. IF I was light rather than chubby, the walk would have been faster and easier. Because it was a long walk, faster and easier both appealed to me like apple pie and ice cream use to...as of Friday.
Then, as I neared mile 3, I realized that the speed of light does not apply to those of us heavy in the family department either. My billfold is full of old pictures. Showcases of my daughters as children, as high school graduates, my grandchildren as toddlers and infants. My billfold is not light. My droid's picture gallery displays all the heaviness of a large extended family. Inside my purse I also carry my camera complete with battery charger, "Just in Case". Alas, the weight of memory needs for those blessed with family heaviness.
I watched cars zip by, trucks surge through, four trains toot along slowly as I trudged towards the tracks. People traveling the speed of light don't notice a walker, or more to the point of my blog, each other. Ipods plugged into ears, cellphones up against faces, eyes down on technological games on their laps and oh so many dvd screens flashing movies to buckled in toddlers. We all know the speed of light is faster than the speed of sound. So it is no surprise actually that no one talks to one another. They all get into their spots and connect with a world outside the realness of one another.
When people talk about life moving too fast, I wonder, how can they tell? It seems that the speed of light has already taken them away from the reality of one another. Bless my weighty family and the body that shows I sit and eat and visit and enjoy those closest to me. Close to me inn ways real, and all the ways I carry on the long walks home to them.
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It's like you live here. Everyone is so engrossed in their i....whatever's that they don't pay attention to where they walk. Almost saw a girl get crushed by the subway doors the other day. However, the other day Grey was stuck on his phone because he was giving us directions somewhere. Once again, it's that bittersweet, you just need to know where to draw the line.
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