The changing leaves weren’t considered a nuisance in any way; with gentle swinging, he tapped each branch with his rake. For the leaves ready to consider their “jobs” complete, he was there to catch their fall from the tree. The tree was not struck, nor were the leaves ripped from their hold. His circular walk around that tree only for those leaves ready to let go.
His care with the tree and the autumn leaves were representative of what was repeatedly felt and seen. Individuals displayed a sincere and deep respect for each other, for Nature, for all living things. Each action and movement of someone is filled with serenity and grace; purposeful, determined, yet soft in their movements even when hurried and fast-paced.
A pride in working hard, no matter the responsibility. There doesn’t seem to be thought given to what others may think. Let me clarify for there is a care and conscientiousness about others’ views. What isn’t present is judgment – for that there is no room.
A taxi driver confident he would get me from point A to point B safely; yet, not at the expense of a winged friend who had landed in the street. A pause, a slight veer to the left to let the dear pigeon have the right-of-way; the taxi driver respectful that this pigeon was not causing delay.
A respect so deep it permeates the air with a call for something greater than this high regard for all living things. It whispers “reverence”, an unspoken invitation to hold in sacredness the surroundings. A shrine holds the definition of holiness by the nature of its display. Yet, along the sidewalk lined streets outside these blessed spaces is the feeling one still stands inside a shrine’s grace.
A gentleman walks his dog, pausing to hold out a special water bowl for his walking partner to drink. Bearing witness to an intimate exchange of unconditional love between a human and his best friend with pawed feet. A sign by a bench affirms the purpose of the seating provided abundantly. Feel free to have a rest here the sign displays encouragingly. If you are weary or simply wish to pause and not hurry, a bench awaits to remind its user being present with now is top priority.
Respect and reverence, both gifts for another “RE”. Reflection the given opportunity. If you were to list those things you most respect, what would the list contain? If you review the list again, are there any missing or are there any you would replace?
Would it include gently touching changing leaves that still hang in mid-air? Or would respect only be as far as an appreciation of the trees “over there”. If the leaves begin to pile high on your yard, would you suddenly find the leaves an annoyance that means extra work and time you can’t spare? Would you be able to treat each leaf with gentle care? Could you view the tree and the leaves with a reverence for their miraculous way they cycle through change? Or would you only feel the dread of the next season and find reason to complain?
There is respect of trees, plants, animals in fur and animals with wings.
What about respect of human beings?
What degree of reverence do we hold for living?
Is there any aspect of what we experience 86,400 moments in a day that is taken for granted, a rush past on our way to “more important” things?
If you had one thing you could elevate your respect of, what would that be?