Tuesday, August 3, 2010
The Man who Listens to the Rocks
We were waiting for our breakfast burrito at the picnic table lunch area at El Parasol in Espanola knowing from past experience that it would take a while and was well worth the wait. John spoke about an aggressive young couple who drove a BMW and had the room beside us in our funky little motel. "He was obviously aggressive and successful and expected life to reward him financially." John said. "And he had a fit little trophy wife with a pony tail sticking out her ball cap as well." "Yes" I said and probably a republican with a personal trainer.'
That opened the door for the rock man sitting at our table to speak to us and give us his personal philosophy of life as well. He had been listening to our conversation and has a slight smile on his face and nodded every now and then.
The man who had joined us at the table had a long scraggly gray pony tail and I could see one of his bright blue eyes looking from the side under his sun glasses. I had expected he would have brown eyes. In fact they were that bright German blue eye color. He was probably in his late 60's or early 70's and he spoke with an accent, probably an American Indian accent.
He had been listening to us talk and now he joined in during our long wait for our to go Mexican lunch.
"Number 95! Number 95" the speaker announced at the window of the restaurant. He smiled, "That is me."
"Number 96! Your order is ready." and that was us.
We smiled at each other and said our niceties. And he walked off into the parking lot.
John and I looked at each other. "That was a moment. A special moment and knowing moment about life. Was he really there or was he a spirit?" said my ever loving and usually so skeptical husband.
The rock spirit man drove past our picnic table and waved us good bye.
I sometimes wonder if I should listen so carefully. Should I care and open my heart to others so easily. Oh, what I would miss if I did not care. I think I will keep listening.
There was another man in Hawaii I listened to at the City of Refuge. They had similar souls. He tried to tell a young man to not let his dog run loose in the park. The young man just ignored him and instead of getting angry he said, "A person cannot hear until they are ready to listen." and he let it go.