Small Things

make me happy. Oh granted -- the big things do too...but small things often go un-noticed and therefore their intended joy creation never gets released into the universe. i find this happens because of ttwo reasons...

1, The small thing is TOO small to be notice by those of us that go at sucha hectic pace that we simply miss the small things.

2. We are so focused on achieving the BIG THINGS that the little things take up too much of our energy to stop and deal with them -- allowing them to release their intended into the universe...so we belittle the small things...it is an obstacle to achieving the BIG thingS....

Case in point today....my 'TO DO' list was gineormous....in several different areas of my life. THESE areas are important to me -- they have potential impact on my life for years to come...I was focused on accomplishing a few things to check off the list and report back to the powers tha be that I had made progress....when across my path came two little boys named erin and tate. They were in the parking lot at Walmart...and I ALMOST PASSED THEM BY. They were singing nursery rhyme kind of silly songs...and even though they were croutched down by the tires of a car -- I STILL felt sure that their Mommy was somewhere nearby...I kept walking...but the sounds of their sweet innocent voicesbecame like a gossamer string around my neck...not hurting...but not breaking. And I stopped and went back to talk wiht them. Erin the older one -- he's ALMOST 5 said that they were on a trip...a really really reallylong trip...but he was afraid that he and tate were going to have to do the rest of it by themselves. T hat certainly got my attention. "Why would you do the trip by yourself." "Well, we waited a long time for our poppa to come home...andwhen he did he said we weren't going on the trip. My Mom just laughed and said..."you don't have to go...but you can't steal the good it will do these boys." So we left on the trip about three days ago. . . and we think we are almost these...but we haven't seen our Mom for a long time." I asked questions to determine how long...and discovered that the boys last saw their mom on New Years Eve Night...she left them to fend for themselves in the car in the Walmart Shopping Center while she did something. At this point I knew that this situation was a HUGE situation nand beyond my ability to manage. I asked the guys getting the shopping carts from the area around us to immediately go and get a store manager. And then I sat down on the ground between Erin and Tate...and I learned some new songs...and I taught them one about HOPE. There was no crying...nashing of teeth...just two confused boys doing what they had been taught to do and wait...and one middle aged lady willing to get down on their level and sing. There was beauty in that...for a small moment the rest of the world went away...and I had two lives held in my hands while others scurried to get the right authorities to show up....and we managed to giggle...snort...somebody tooted (not me!) and we laughed some more. Tate is the little one..about three. Said, "it can't be her that tooted cause Angels don't toot." To him, I was an angel. To me he had once been a small thing...who's innocence and trust in ME...parlayed into me stopping...spending time with a couple of small things -- that will most likely leave an everlasting impression on my soul.