825am to 850am - 7/14/14
Chris Gardner, in his book Start Where You Are, encourages his readers to “Do one thing for yourself that makes you happy every day. Don’t postpone joy.”
Hugging and playing with my cats is too easy and obvious, as is my blogging here and at Opinionated Pussycat, or communicating with friends via my social media platforms, especially those times I share the words and work of others.
There is a, near daily, joy in my life that I’ve experiences for over 45 years, that is so much a part of my experience that I don’t even think about it: waiting for and riding buses and commuter trains.
“Now, how in the hell can either of these activities be a joy?” you ask.
From the annoying to the wondrous, I’ve seen and experienced it all because I don’t own a car and use mass transit to get around. In the past 12 years my creativity, as a blogger, has often found its inspiration while waiting for or riding a bus or train.
Ideas somehow just come to me as I sit and wait, or ride, gazing at what’s around me, or chatting with fellow passengers or a bus driver; ideas come to me while reading books, magazines and newspapers, while waiting or riding, as well.
My first poem was written while riding a bus.
As I write these thoughts, at a bus stop on Braeswood at Gessner, surrounded by 3 tired looking strip malls with a Fiesta Market, Walgreens, Family Dollar, Citgo, Wells Fargo Bank, and a liquor store, just a block from the western entrance to one of the longest bike trails in Houston, I just saw a scene that brought me joy and made me regret not having my camera with me.
A little bird, possibly a Northern Mockingbird a google search showed me, landed on the sidewalk in front of the bench I was sitting on, near some small bread crumbs. It grabbed one and hopped a couple of feet away.
The bird spent 10 minutes hopping in a circle, first picking up the crumb and looking around, then dropping it and looking around...over and over again, chirping all the while, as if it was looking around for something, or someone, to help reduce the morsel to digestible size.
Finally it apparently came to the obvious conclusion and, I imagine, chirped a frustrated and hearty "To Hell With This!"… and flew off.
I have my concerns in my life, now, but I don’t let them keep me from finding a bit of joy and plenty of inspiration as often as I can.