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Was sitting in the parking lot of Target, top was down on my Miata as I just recently finished a photo shoot trek through the everglades. Walked several miles and just wasn't up to hitting the isles for food, would leave this up to my son today! So parked under a shady spot and continue to review my snapshots. In doing so it was now evident their was traffic all around me. Target was a busy place! It was the first week since school opened and observed many parents with their children entering in and out. It was then a car full of "chatty" girls pulled up. Mom looked 30 ish and a few girls around ten jumped out with purses in hand groomed like petite models. Hair just so and they even had matching earrings! Then I heard it; "Can you believe she wants to be class president?" another responded, "Oh my gawd" and more giggles with muffled conversation entering the store. 'Thank God I am pass this stage" I thought, remembering how cruel children could be, like parana, sniffing out the bleeding vulnerable or the ones who threaten their position in life, social bonding in the lowest form.
Yup, rather be in the wild woods viewing simplistic temperaments on mother nature's team! So back to reviewing my captures when I hear to the right side of me now; "Hey hey, come this way". A burly looking man barked towards a child, she looked about nine, chubby and squeezing this bright plastic purple purse, standing shyly by a sun bleached rusty truck. Looking both ways, as I am sure she was taught, she ran to this man's side. Couldn't help but wonder where her mom was and today can still see the expression on her face, elated yet fearful. It brought immediate tears to my eyes. Part of me wanted to jump out of the car and take her shopping, she saw me so I gave her a big smile and wave, she smiled and put her head down. Immediately found myself praying; "Father protect her innocence, be her Warrior now and forever amen"
It was then could see my son was returning back to the car. Noticed his long black wavy hair flying wildly in the air, hands laden with white plastics and a spring in his walk. Eight months he has been working tirelessly on a project and was on the cusp of a financial break through. Yes he would be a mufti-millionaire but more importantly for the first time he was working for a company who not only believed in him but didn't judge him on his looks or preexisting status. Sure every mom loves their children and see them as genius right? Truly, mine are. Now thoughts of his father rush to my heart. Remembering a story of the many times he was spit upon at the bus stop on Pleasant Street. Ears pulled and bully's had no problem pushing the 10 year old around. He grew up to be 6'4 and became an Olympic Champion To this day I can recall him saying; "those same people wanted to be my best friend later in life but I never forgot how they treated me".
How we choose to swim out of the Parana pools in life is an art all in itself. Some of us succeed but the inner child remains crippled which deafens remnant consciousness. This entangles the soul and choices for survival become evident as greed's appetite enlarges. Innocence is discarded and hope loses her voice. The rainbow becomes defiled as double helix echos an earthly tribute. After all, we were created to reflect heaven on earth, not earthly leaven. So though it may not seem rational to forgive, this action births clarity, as balance gives one power to walk on the waters, yes even the pools of Parana. You've recaptured courage as innocence in motion becomes a daily journey. 'Walk on my child...walk on" It's then you realize you never really were alone~ just forgot why you were created!
