Blessings to All.

There’s a woman who stands at the corner of 11th and G, Northwest DC. She’s been there for years; her clothes tattered and worn through the many seasons of a system incapable of care.

She offers her smile, asking nothing in return. “Blessings for all,” she chimes to all those passerby. In spite of her ‘circumstance’ she’s become a continued source of joy.

She’s been there since she lost her only child, a son – off fighting a war over capital versus human gains.

I remember passing her one morning many years ago. “What’s wrong, love?” her face warmed with the light of an inner peace. I explained the ‘troubles’ of my life; the displacement of home, of family, of work.

“Sometimes I wish it could be just as it always was,” I said. Graciously, she permitted my rambling; my heart purging the details of ‘all that was wrong now.’

And, when I paused to take a breath – she asked, “Are you done?” Then pointed to a scene transpiring just beyond. A young woman and her toddler son, taking in the joy of a newly autumn day.

“You get one shot,” she smiled. “And then it’s gone.”

She didn’t have to say another word, because, it was then that I knew – these blessings of day, are a blessing to all.

A little something to consider, my friends…

“Blessings to all…”

Namaste ❤️

About

Tara Lemieux is a mindful wanderer, and faithful stargazer. Although she often appears to be listening with great care, rest assured she is most certainly‘forever lost in thought. She is an ardent explorer and lover of finding things previously undiscovered or at the very least mostly not-uncovered.

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