Friday, October 30, 2009

The Doggy Stroller Story

Often when you go for a walk, sounds are quickly identified. The clicking of heels, the ringing of a bell on a bicycle so that you wisely give way, or the steady sound of stroller wheels rubbing against the bricks. I am one of those people who just can get lost in my own mind, so I don't need to be plugged into anything. This week had left me with plenty to sort through, a list that seems to grow, and as it grows, the walks grow longer. The world at times seems to be a huge fear factory, largely because our own minds are trying to figure out how all of it comes down to our own private little existence.

To be honest, I was trying to think of something to put me in a positive mood. My little cheerleader wasn't at her mother's shop. So I left the little gift for her with her mother, who smiled broadly, but it wasn't the same. I continued to stroll, and suddenly behind me, I heard footfalls that echoed my own. The same pace, with the stray thought of how amazing it is when two strange lives intersect. An appreciation of a moment when you consider the odds of any two people meeting when you consider the population of the world. A monk once told me, that each encounter with another is often undervalued. It is often with presumption that people think they will see each other again. I walked around with the reminder of a friend today and the crushing thoughts that finally were allowed to flow.

The footfalls continued the same pace, and I finally decided to look at my unknown companion. The slight irritation sometimes can fall over people that feel they have been intruded upon, even though you are in a public space. A protective bubble, called personal space is quite small in Korea, I usually try to smile when I feel my western brain start to babble. A smile neutralizes my selfishness. However, this smile was a real gem of one. This was a first for me. I saw a woman pushing her two pampered pooches in a stroller. Walking the dogs, apparently is for the dogs. Even a baby who was strapped on her grandmother's back pointed at the sight. The grandmother stopped and stared. The pooches have trained their owner very well. They have evolved into clothing, ribbons, pedicures, and all of the adornments that these dog lovers will bestow upon their babies.

I kept pace, she went ahead of me, until she saw a little boutique and paused. I paused and produced my camera. A crippled woman walked by as the dogs refused to pose properly, and the owner came out and nodded with approval over the moment.The crippled woman asked the other woman for the dogs names...she hobbled over and called them...and finally this shot came.
A lot of people won't approve of working with dogs or children. They steal the show. Maybe they can steal a bad moment or two. Along the street...a woman pushing a stroller with her posh pups made a neighborhood forget any talk of what may be going on...had a crippled woman get out of her shell to help a foreign woman snap a shot. Not a single one of us knew each other, except in that moment. Just the exchange of real smiles.

8 comments:

lionmother said...

Marilyn,
I was thinking about you when I started writing my blog post, because a wonderful woman who writes a blog called Meditation, Margaret, left me a lovely comment. Her blog reminded me a lot of yours. You should check it out: http://healthywealthyandreallysmart.blogspot.com/

I thought I would come by and visit, and I love your blog so much. Sorry I have been so busy with everything to visit earlier. I loved this post about the dogs.:)

Marilyn said...

Thanks Barb,

I visit yours often as well...
and thank you for thinking of me.

Marilyn

Earthula said...

Marvelous... I love your presence.

Christina Heald said...

Your first paragraph speaks volumes to me. I noticed a NANOWRIMO widget in your sidebar--you are participating I take it...I've been on the fence for over a month. Today is the first day and I have two weeks of taxes to prepare--I actually should be doing it now instead of procrastinating, but I came on to visit you and look into signing up for it. Have you done it before? Any great sites that can offer advice besides that one? cj

Marilyn said...

Oh Lady E...thank you.

Marilyn said...

Christina...You fighter you! I hope you are doing well! I have to be honest...I look at advice, and often find, that with writing it is best to shut up the censors. I thought I would use NaNoWriMo as an opportunity to condense my notes into a work...and the ideas that I have had perculating as I sponged in my experiences here in South Korea. November is for writing, December is for editing. I have the title, and a plan and that is what you need to get going.

Henry Miller said in an interview in 1966, "Taking a writing course is a waste of time." I don't necessarily agree. I will say that being a reader is essential to being a writer, just for a view on mechanics. The meat and potatoes comes from within...and that is what cannot be taught.

I hope you can participate, if not this year...next November.

Thanks for the visit...

Marilyn

Alicia Milan said...

Loved this post. I kept referring back to the seeker quote. I call myself an unvisual person. Thank you for a a look at what I am missing. I miss alot of what is right in front of me.

Marilyn said...

Alicia, thank you for your visit. Hermann Hesse's masterpiece was less than 100 pages...and of those pages, that one sentence when he was speaking to his long lost friend jumped out at me. I realized that what my blog was about, what you see is not always what you observe.